[…] has thrown away dozens of pairs of underwear throughout his life, having to freeball the rest of the day.

at the pointy end of the plane

Far off he wonders, what them makes so glad, / If Bacchus merry fruit they did inuent ….

Where old Nile is everflowing, / And the Sphynx with heavy lids / Sits by ruins grim and sombre — / Onward to the Pyramids. […] Far in Morning Land I wandered / Where the summers never cease, / And Romance's golden waters / Ever run and murmur peace.