Your hands are up, your eyes are squeezed tight, your mouth is poised to unleash a scream . . you are on a roller coaster. but are you recalling science-class lessons about gravity and inertia? are you contemplating the gears and mechanisms providing this thrill? it is unlikely that academics are on your mind, but lessons are lurking behind every ride.

what will most likely be included in the magazine article that follows this introduction?

different routes can lead to sammy to different places, with different roads.   if you check a map, you can see the routes.   try to make connections of the places and count how many there are.   hope this : )

it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.