[…] the days of transface are numbered.

We’ll paralyse Europe as Ignatius Gallaher used to say when he was on the shaughraun, doing billiardmaking in the Clarence.

The network went down, whereupon I made a cup of tea

1658: For that tree seeming dead, will restore it self from the root, and its dry and exuccous leaves resume their verdure again — Sir Thomas Browne, Urne-Burial (Penguin 2005, p. 34)