A certain lady, a member of a wealthy family of Shang-ch'iu, had been left a fine property by her late husband.

He would teach her how to surf-cast. Joe could throw a line until it disappeared out over the water, and landed in the deep pools, where they might catch a striped bass, or a salmon (that's what he said).

Let's 'ave a look at some of them titchy ones.

I can just about smell the weekend, gloriously -- so let's not plan anymore directions but a rip-roaring, sunlit day: just go laughing and free run barefoot through all the dot-points. . . I can just about smell the weekend, gloriously.