She always throws that time I cheated in my face when we argue. It was ten years ago!

I was feeling just as I had felt in the old Malvern House epoch when I used to sneak down to [the headmaster]'s study at dead of night in quest of the biscuits he kept there in a tin on his desk, and there came back to me the memory of the occasion when, not letting a twig snap beneath my feet, I had entered his sanctum in pyjamas and a dressing-gown, to find him seated in his chair, tucking into the biscuits himself. … She was looking more like Sherlock Holmes than ever. Slap a dressing-gown on her and give her a violin, and she could have walked straight into Baker Street and no questions asked.

Predicted reply from David: 'Ian Pace, idealist that he is, uses terms like imperialism as reified concepts without giving any clear description of what he means. Just like capitalism or fascism or truth. These are just free-floating concepts which have no basis in reality. I prefer to look at the reality of what's actually going on in the world. (rant continued on page 94)'

A farmer could place an order for a new tractor part by text message and pay for it by mobile money-transfer. A supplier many miles away would then take the part to the local matternet station for airborne dispatch via drone.