For the lips of an immoral woman drip honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil; but in the end she is as bitter as wormword, sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet go down to death, her steps lay hold of hell.

Peter held up the book he had been reading: 'Moby-Dick; or, The Whale'.'To tell you the truth, I'm not even sure this is English,' Peter said. 'It's taken me most of today to get through a page.