After we came out of the church, we stood talking for some time together of Bishop Berkeley's ingenious sophistry to prove the non-existence of matter, and that every thing in the universe is merely ideal. I observed, that though we are satisfied his doctrine is not true, it is impossible to refute it.

All magic is performed under his patronage, whether it be the medicinal, protective paquet, or the less benevolent wanga.

We swam in the stream, caught locusts and dragon flies, hunted for eggs laid by Korean crow tits in the rice paddies, […]

He described him as a political corpse whose ghost has returned to haunt us, adding that he was a chocolate soldier, ... a man who never faced an enemy nor successfully faced an issue.