I must rub up my balancing, and chasing, and boring.

Coordinate term: US

You can hardly walk along the streets of a great city without seeing swarms rushing eagerly in chase of sin, although shame and scorn and outcastness and destitution and disease and death are glaring with fixt eyes upon them.

Standing in the cavernous barracks clad only in my jockeys, shivering next to other miserable schlubs and being handled like a piece of beef with mad cow disease did nothing to improve my mood.