CRAIG CONLEY (Prof. Oddfellow) is recognized by Encarta as “America’s most creative and diligent scholar of letters, words and punctuation.” He has been called a “language fanatic” by Page Six gossip columnist Cindy Adams, a “cult hero” by Publisher’s Weekly, a “monk for the modern age” by George Parker, and “a true Renaissance man of the modern era, diving headfirst into comprehensive, open-minded study of realms obscured or merely obscure” by Clint Marsh. An eccentric scholar, Conley’s ideas are often decades ahead of their time. He invented the concept of the “virtual pet” in 1980, fifteen years before the debut of the popular “Tamagotchi” in Japan. His virtual pet, actually a rare flower, still thrives and has reached an incomprehensible size. Conley’s website is OneLetterWords.com.
Heraldic animals do not have rights, but the inhumane treatment of heraldic animals is inconsistent with armorial morality. [Or something.] Our illustration of an apparent heraldic animal farm appears in Berlin Under the New Empire by Henry Vizetelly, 1879.
"Why, to shuck peas" ... because the who, what, where, when, and how of shucking peas are self-evident. From The King's Own by Frederick Marryat and illustrated by Frederick Henry Townsend, 1896.
The idiom "wearing two [or many] hats" has been traced back to the Civil Service in 1950s England, though we know it actually goes back at least to 1884's A History of the Cries of London, Ancient and Modern by Charles Hindley.
"As she spoke, she dashed the contents of the water-jug she held ... right into the dark corner by the clock." From The Duchess Lass by Caroline Masters, 1896.
The longest tournament chess game took 20 hours and 15 minutes, but we know that one game of chess can actually last a lifetime, as we see in A Boyar of the Terrible by Frederick J. Whishaw, 1896. The caption reads, "He suddenly died while playing at chess." See If a Chessman Were a Word: A Chess-Calvino Dictionary.
Here's a precursor to that Fawlty Towers scene about life in California: "You can swim and sunbathe, and then after lunch, drive up into the mountains and ski." From Roughing It by Mark Twain.