Parents are at the cabin doors, dressing the hair of ragged children; shock-heads of girls peer out from the black circumference of smoke, and children inconceivably filthy, yell wildly and vociferously as the coach passes by.

Wherever, in this architecture, forms can legitimately break loose from mere construction, wherever composition stands free of mere necessitudinous building, the expression towards which it strains with all the force of well-tutored simplicity is the manifestation of the Classical.

Oof, you just lost a lot of progress. That's a real frustration, a real punch in the gut.

Commander X: Yep, so now you all know how I got vanned. And you just met the snitch who did it to me.