[…] the hypochondriacal British ceramist William De Morgan, who spent winters in Florence for his health while gradually bankrupting his business back home producing iridescent mythological scenes on tiles, vases and plates.

I'm not much cop at the decorating lark, am I, Floss? Never mind, Dad.

Thank you. — No problem.

the descrying of the several passages from them unto particular conclusions, and the Diverticles and blind By-paths which Sophifſry and Deceit are wont to tread