New comers at an hotel are generally made objects of gapeseed—here all seemed thrown together without the stiffness and restraint of ordinary British nonsensibility, and in five minutes I was deep in all the mysteries of kennel management—the merits of the Peterborough hound show, and so through the long lane that leads to a sportsman’s paradise.

23 Nov 2011, 00:26:40, Sickle Cell, “10,000 GibsMeDat Niggers line up for turkey dinner.......”, in rec.arts.tv, Usenet:

no contemplative staring at the marble-statue manscape I'd downloaded from one of the porno websites I'd found.

Feel the thrump thrump thrump of the wheels beneath me.