He told countless tales, all good, of crocodiles and ichneumons in Egypt, gazelles and ghouls in Persia, elephants and tigers in Burmah, deer and monkeys in Siam, badgers and foxes in China and sorcerers and enchanters everywhere. He spoke of the last two in as matter-of-fact a tone as of any of the others.

The universe no longer seems to me a scene, at least in front of the great, blank curtain of the unknowable, filled by an orderly progress of more or less cognizable and predictable occurrences, depending upon interrelated causes; it seems the playground of the irresponsible, prankish, malevolent somethings, productive of incalculabilities.

And all the ghouls around the coffin-wood fire howled at this statement, and growled and sang and exclaimed at how wise they were, and how mighty, and how fine it was to be scared of nothing.

I don't think it's merely a matter of pushing buttons and creating a market for baseball as with Starbucks.

While the company's sales funnel remains strong enough to exceed this range, the company gave a slightly conservative guidance to reflect uncertainty related to timing of certain orders.

All you need is a name like Yao Ming, a couple of players in the Major Leagues, and you might well have significant Chinese involvement in baseball.