Marshall viewed aesthetics as a special branch of introspective psychology dealing with algedonics, the science of pleasure and pain.

I told that Kraut a fuckin' thousand times, I don't roll on shabbos!

There really are no paying customers with any sense of good, orderly direction going to any perceivable destination with purpose, except to sponge off of others or to gaffle intending drug buyers.

And so with one thing and other the auld witch raised the fiends of jealousy in that innocent heart. She would cry out that Heriotside was an ill-doing wastrel, and had no business to come and flatter honest lassies.