In Suspense
THE sloth, in its wild state, spends its life in trees, and never leaves
them but from force or accident. The eagle to the sky, the mole to the
ground, the sloth to the tree; but what is most extraordinary, he lives
not upon the branches, but under them. He moves suspended, rests
suspended, sleeps suspended, and passes his life in suspense,--like a
young clergyman distantly related to a bishop.