Still we live meanly, like ants; though the fable tells us that we were long ago changed into men; like pygmies we fight with cranes; it is error upon error, and clout upon clout, and our best virtue has for its occasion a superfluous and evitable wretchedness.
Finally she changed the subject.
She changed the decorating tip and wrote "Happy Birthday Dad!" on the top of the cake.
Then he turned quickly and said, Mother, I have changed my mind.