Suppose Breugel had done the whole painting with no legs. Then, titled as it is, it would be mystifying, unless someone were to say: the boy has fallen in the waters and they have closed over him, calm is restored, life goes on (as in The Israelites Crossing the Red Sea).

A survival tactic I learned on the psych ward was how to quickly size up potential enemies or garden-variety badasses.

Others support either the North or the Free State; and so where there is disunity there is dissension.

Ridin' high when I was king / Played it hard and fast cause I had everything / Walked away, wonderin' then / But easy come and easy go and it would end