'Whoop-de-doo!', yelled a surprised Conrad as the large engine ignited in front of them. That's the biggest thrill of my life.'

‘What have I earned for all that work,’ I said, / ‘For all that I have done at my own charge? / The daily spite of this unmannerly town, / Where who has served the most is most defamed, / The reputation of his lifetime lost / Between the night and morning. [...’]

For a processioner, and a manual, twenty pence

One night, when the old woman was asleep, he crept out of bed and took her walking-stick downstairs to his workshed.