Whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together. Gulliver's Travels
"Thunderation!" he muttered indignantly, as the Illinois Central's crack Panama Limited slowed for a laggard signal. From his starched collar to his shiny black shoes, the stocky, craggy-faced passenger was obviously a farmer returning from the city, impatient to see how many inches the corn had grown in...