Now, cocky, ye may gang about your buſineſs; when ye come back, I'ſe tauk with you in another ſtile.

You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it wept.

The first time I saw Amity we were in front of her house playing work-up, a baseball variation where you move from position to position by outs until you get to bat.

His “Frontline” had a ping-ponging, hocketed section for the band’s four horns at the beginning and end.