In gray stormy light, their painted eyes stare out at the Mediterranean—at Homer’s wine-dark sea, at a corridor into modernity. But in memory my walk’s true coda in the Middle East came earlier.

Right now, FCA is what the British call a 'quango,' for Quasi-Autonomous National Governmental Organization, and Popejoy is a quangocrat playing chicken.

I may say, then, Sir, that from this expression of just indignation, and this natural explanation of their quadricolor flag, that the middle classes of this country, notwithstanding the bribe of power by which it is attempted to cajole them, have too much of self-denial and too much of good sense to wish to invade that admirable Constitution under which they, of all classes, have especially flourished.

Can it be said that here is an application of Methodism's concept of connexionalism to the embodiment of koinonia? That no indications in the dialogue point overtly in this direction does not rule out the possibility of it being in the Methodist mind and heart.