Dad was […] the man who slaved his guts out to win the status of a landowner, got dead drunk and was carried home from the local pub, and did his block, and shouted and raved, and sometimes bawled like a bull, but at other times was tender with man and beast.

Oh, I get it! So it’s not a pyramid, it’s just pyramid-shaped. You know, like a Dorito, or an Angry Bird, or just a pile of bullshit.

The hostile argument is easily constructed: a mancipation to remancipate is at best merely a temporary arrangement, at worst a fraudulent collusion; and a remancipation after a mancipation is evidence in itself of an agreement and obligation to remancipate.

They too revert to simpler, non-western clothes—saris, dhotis, and pyjamas.