he had made the sign of the Cross on his head; for he was then on a merry pin and full of jearing

Whoever the hell is running the place now has made a terrible mess of it, he said... Not in the sense that it looks different, or that it isn't pretty much permanently full. It's just that the food as gone utterly down the khazi.

Lieutenants Creek, Looker, Jones, Dwyer? Callow, guffawish, no longer her meat.

Their recent device of demanding benevolences.