"It stumbles, and gives you the most awful tosses, and it goes lame by its treadles and thingamejigs coming off, and it wears out, and is twice as much trouble to keep clean and scrape the mud off as a horse, and all sorts of things.

I think the most ridiculous sight in the world is a man on a bicycle, working away with his feet as hard as he possibly can, and believing that his horse is carrying him instead of, as anyone can see, he carrying the horse.

You needn't tell me that it isn't easier to walk in the ordinary way than to drag a great dead iron thing along with you.
It's not good sense." "Nevertheless I can carry it a hundred miles further in a day than I can carry myself alone.

Such are the marvels of machinery.

But I know that we cut a very poor figure beside you and that magnificent creature not that anyone will look at me whilst you are by to occupy their attention so much more worthily." She darted a glance at him which clouded his vision and made his heart beat more strongly.