We used an ascending sort.

He borrowed another hat and displayed its perfect emptiness; he held up his empty hands: This is one of the most marvellous bits of prestidigitation known, he said. You have all seen this hat holds nothing in the world: I will now see if I can extract anything from its emptiness. You can all observe my hands go nowhere but into the hat, and they are both open and turned to you. Yet what is this?

The voices came from so far away. What is this dump? It's geeksome.

Whilst he was speaking we were startled by a knock at the hall door, the double postman’s knock of the telegraph boy.