he could create for himself an ordered darkness, an equality of misery, a justice in the sharing of the darkness, his own hole, by right, in that darkness, and his sense of light, his illuminations, were an evolutionary freak, an artificial glow that had etiolated him into hopeless pale unnatural underground yellow green deformities, a light misreflected through some unintended chink, too far away for such low creatures ever to reach it and flourish by it.

Throughout the Famicom's life span, Nintendo produced several ASIC mappers, which grew in capability and specialty, allowing the Famicom to break many of its own hardware rules.

The hounds had it all their own way, and the pace was much too quick for the eternal “hold hard!” the prophetic cry of the Sussexers.

Thanks for making me breakfast in bed, you little angel.