[…] an object, seemingly like those which we have experienced, may be attended with different or contrary effects.

Doing? Not a Dam' thing. I mean, I was sitting on the bed lighting a cigarette. We'd just come upstairs. Everything was all right; old Peabody in Sydney and the slavey given a night off to go to the pictures.

He's a three-time loser doing twenty years.

I spoke like that because I—even I, who had been no end kind to him—even I remembered—remembered—against him—what—what had happened.