But unless one has lost one's senses one does not upset the apple-cart unless one can count on collecting some at least of the apples which roll to the ground.

Time is running out, so I renounce a spin on a Class 387 for a fast run to Paddington on another Class 800 - a shame as the weather was perfect for pictures. Even so, it's enjoyable - boy, can those trains shift under the wires.

These are but gauds: nay, what are lips? Coral beneath the ocean-stream Full oft he perisheth on them.

We can use this relocator code ourselves to readdress the DOS to the memory level that we want.