dead drunk

Yes, Byrd—dead four-and-a-half years now—was a Kleagle in the Ku Klux Klan.

A little boy of four was moved to passionate grief at the sight of a dead dog taken from a pond.

When he plays a sonata it is as if the composition rose from the dead and stood transfigured before you.

To-day I'm more dead than alive, as we had a lesson from him yesterday that lasted four hours.

It is a fearsome thing for a man to be left alone in the dead of night with a young baby.

If they are Ancients and dead then let them be buried and left to the archæological excavator.