A vase of frost-bleached ferns and ruby-red maple leaves adorned the table.

What's this big tower in the center of Berlin?" "It's the Fernsehturm!"

Fernando, we're racing Massa behind until the end." "Ha! I love your sense of humour." "Well, we can have some fun trying, anyway."

The wagonette swung round into a side road, and we curved upward through deep lanes worn by centuries of wheels, high banks on either side, heavy with dripping moss and fleshy hart’s-tongue ferns.

Millôr Fernandes, who translated four of Shakespeare's plays (Hamlet, The Taming of the Shrew, King Lear, and The Merry Wives of Windsor) into Portuguese, did not speak English.

You are mistaken, my wife is Fernanda.

“Excuse me”. “Are you Fernando Lopez?”. “Yes, I am”.

On that very night when the fern blooms — I’m just retelling what has been compiled in fairy tales by local people — the mermaids, wood and house goblins, werewolves, nixes, and different kinds of ghosts and sorcerers gathered together.

The Friday afternoons, they don't have recitations. Miss Stacy takes them all to the woods for a 'field' day and they study ferns and flowers and birds.

Pasta is Fernando's province.