It was noon before they finished scraping Uncle Louie off the dining room table.
                  
As I left the Kenya Beanstalk capsule he was right on my heels. He followed me through the door leading the Customs, Health, and Immigration. As the door contracted behind him I killed him.

"He's a Mad Scientist and I'm his Beautiful Daughter."

There was a man named Ulf, the son of Bjalfi and of Hallbera, the daughter of Ulf the Fearless. The was the sister of Hallbjorn Half-troll from Hrafnista, the father of Ketil Haeng. Ulf was so big and strong that no man was a match for him; and he was still only a youth when he became a Viking and went raiding. His companion was Kari from Berle, a man of high birth who had the strength and courage to perform great deeds. Kari was a berserk. He and Ulf shared all they owned and were close friends.

In summer all right-minded boys built huts in the furze-hill behind the College -- little lairs whittled out of the heart of the prickly bushes, full of stumps, odd root-ends, and spikes, but since they were strictly forbidden, palaces of delight. And for the fifth summer in succession, Stalky, M'Turk, and Beetle (this was before they reached the dignity of a study) had built, like beavers, a place of retreat and meditation, where they smoked.

"'He forges a thunderbolt and hurled it at what? At the proudest blood in Europe, the Spaniard, and sent him home conquered; at the most warlike blood in Europe, the French...'"

Aw, c'mon. Try to figure out the books these belong to. One should be simple....