[…] mutual reflexivity between the viewer and the sculpture, and the exploitation of the unroving eye of the viewer […]

Pick up your toys takes a parental blowhorn to permeate the brain of a young child.

I go to a match for one reason only: the aggro. […] [E]very night during the week we go round looking respectable … then if we see someone who looks like the enemy we ask him the time; if he answers in a foreign accent, we do him over; and if he's got any money on him we'll roll him as well.

Here’s fine discipline on-board, when such lazy, skulking sons of bitches as you are allowed, on pretence of sickness, to lollop at your ease, while your betters are kept to hard duty!