I want a little bracing cold.

I should like to see Iceland.

You know the Icelandic sagas?
Magnificent! There's the saga of Grettir the Strong--by Jove! But come, this isn't business.

I have news for you, real, substantial, hopeful news." They seated themselves in roundbacked chairs, and Will lighted a cigarette.
"You know my thoughts were running on jam; jam is our salvation; of that I have long been convinced.

I looked about, made a few inquiries, and by good luck, not long after you went off for your holiday, met just the man I wanted.