Open the window! I've gotta take a hurl.

dense forests of eucalyptus and acacia and giant arboreous ferns with feathered fronds waving gently a hundred feet above their heads

[…] she wou’d have corrupted all their Wives; the Devil a one wou’d have made her own Butter, after being acquainted with her.

You can't make a move till you have about a year in a precinct, but tell you what, stay in touch. Lots a people still owe me a solid or two on the Job.