1
Why not settle down, and make the poor girl a little mote worthy of yourself?
2
He'd keep on ferreting in corners until he found that little mote of insight he was searching for.
3
Now he watches the little motes that play about in the sunbeam.
4
The heat whirred on, sending little motes of dust swirling around the room.
5
The little motes in their beams danced with the motes in the mist, troubled.
6
Yet we must not allow that humming noise to Anaxagoras's little motes, for it is neither probable nor necessary.
7
And then, suddenly, calm: we reach Mach 25, orbital speed, the engines wind down, and I notice little motes of dust floating lazily upward.