All this I recollect, but little more, except my mother gave me several beatings for calling my sister Jenny, which I had learnt to do from others who knew her; but when my mother heard them, she was always very angry, and told them that her child had not such a vulgar name; at which many would laugh, and make a point of calling out Jenny to Virginia whenever they passed and saw her at the door.

It was going to be hard not to blow with a girl like her sucking on his crank.

In the leather industry skive has another connotation, concerning splitting the skin perpendicularly to its thickness into thin layers. Imagine now being able to skive at the nanoscale.

But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight.