Many and many a night have I been called up to see or hear the spökeri (witchcraft or ghostcraft). The peasants would recount that in an upper room they had distinctly heard the spirits throwing the tin vessels and the chairs at each other — then a violent struggle between the demons, and all would be quiet.

‘I have no business to settle with you—arrest me, Sir, at your peril and I’ll action you in law for false imprisonment.’

The fork can be equipped with a suspension on mountain bikes.

All the megalopoli of the future—in this country and elsewhere—will transcend national boundaries in many ways.