here in the skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat.

‘The rashes on his legs and arms are bêtes rouges, and we can get rid of them with ammonia and zinc ointment.’

Now every Dave Spart up the commune knows that basically, to his mind, the only, like, real theatre, man, is made by the people, you know, in the street, man, in the street.

The cows are kept in stables erected in small yards, and are fed with concentrates and cut grass, obtained from the back[-]dams of estates.