It hath a number of short cuts or shreddings, which may be better called wishes than prayers.

I wrung out my wet jeans and hung them out to dry.

That was what Adam Blacklock had said when she had complained first about the presence of a perpetual bodyguard, and then had tried, soft-heartedly, to have him asked into the kitchen when the weather got cold.

So Marinus, me and a few other unthanked individuals - Atemporals for the most part, with some mortal collaborators — make it our business to ...take them down.