... buy what he wants. It's none of your nevermind.

Actually, nothing about you offends me. I just enjoy exposing your idiocities.

In a corner of the market among the pens for cattle, Barnaby knelt down, and pausing every now and then to pass his hand over his father’s face, or look up to him with a smile, knocked off his irons. When he had seen him spring, a free man, to his feet, and had given vent to the transport of delight which the sight awakened, he went to work upon his own, which soon fell rattling down upon the ground, and left his limbs unfettered.

‘Of course every man in the country was doing the same thing, but there was plenty of hypocrisy among the station people. The manager would refer to “combos” and “gin burglars” as though they were social outcasts. But let his wife go away for a while, or even turn her back, and he was down to the blacks′ camp in no time’ (Willey 1971:46).