I flew into a violent rage at being disturbed so many times, and threatened him in his own words, ‘Either you go to sleep, or I’ll call father!’”
— from The Satyricon — Complete by Petronius Arbiter

630 3. Posidonius, who himself divides the earth into zones, tells us that “five is the number best suited for the explanation of the celestial appearances, two of these are periscii, 631 which reach from the poles to the point where the tropics serve for Arctic Circles; two more are heteroscii, 632 which extend from [Pg 145] the former to the inhabitants of the tropics, and one between the tropics, which is called amphiscius, 633 but for matters relative to the earth, it is convenient to suppose two other narrow zones placed under the tropics, and divided by them into two halves, over which [every year] for the space of a fortnight, the sun is vertical.”
— from The Geography of Strabo, Volume 1 (of 3) Literally Translated, with Notes by Strabo

"Perhaps I'm in a box, or a hole, or whatever else you like to call it, but it's too late too back down now—I must push ahead and win.
— from Aunt Jane's Nieces in Society by L. Frank (Lyman Frank) Baum

The only man of the party who ever ventured to visit him in his “outlook” was Edward Young; but his visits were not frequent, though they were usually protracted when they did take place, and the midshipman always returned from them with an expression of seriousness, which, it was observed, never passed quickly away.
— from The Lonely Island: The Refuge of the Mutineers by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne

It is bad enough to stand up and make a speech with appropriate gestures before a sympathetic teacher who corrects diplomatically and never, never laughs, but to have one who eyes you coldly all the while and then gets up and does it the way you did, only ten times worse—more buckets of tears had been shed over Senior Oratory than all other subjects put together.
— from The Camp Fire Girls' Larks and Pranks; Or, The House of the Open Door by Hildegard G. Frey

As October drew on, and evenings began to be dark and cold, the comfort of Mr. Vissian’s study and of his wife’s sitting-room assuredly lost nothing in the eyes of the hermit of Wood End, yet his visits became less frequent.
— from Isabel Clarendon, Vol. 1 (of 2) by George Gissing

Though several English authors have, in modern times, written on the origin and early history of wood engraving, yet no one has hitherto given, in a distinct work, a connected account of its progress from the earliest period to the present time; and no one, however confidently he may have expressed his opinion on the subject, appears to have thought it necessary to make himself acquainted with the practice of the art.
— from A Treatise on Wood Engraving, Historical and Practical by Henry G. (Henry George) Bohn

Oh! you good Turks, Arabs, Persians, Hindoos, or whatever else you may be called, such treatment was never shown to me amongst you!
— from A Woman's Journey Round the World From Vienna to Brazil, Chili, Tahiti, China, Hindostan, Persia and Asia Minor by Ida Pfeiffer

The quantity of this ethereal foam, yeast, whirlwind, hubbub, or whatever else you please to call it, which is got up or given up by the combustion of three pounds of good bituminous coal, according to Mr. Joule's experiments, is more than equivalent to a day's labor of a powerful horse.
— from The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 08, June 1858 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics by Various