[…] sign hung from the bronze knob, and it stated without equivocation that the Britannic Museum was closed for repairs. But the Inspector was made of stern stuff. He closed his right hand and with the resulting fist pounded formidably on the bronze. […] out popped the gargoylish head of a bulb-nosed old man. Hey! snapped this apparition. Can't you read English? One side, brother, said the Inspector cheerfully. We're in a hurry. The doorman did not budge […]

The sport could be called octopusing or octopus hunting— and any number may play. Supposing you catch an octopus, what do you have?

These things are locally separated.

Our great Mikado, virtuous man, When he to rule our land began, Resolved to try a plan whereby Young men might best be steadied.