‘Excuse me,’ I said. ‘Marcelonas? Is that your name, Doyle Marcelonas?' ‘Marcelunis,’ he said. ‘That's a real Chicago name,’ I said. ‘Right?’ ‘Marquette Park,’ he said. ‘A South Side boy,’ I said. ‘South Side loogan,’ he said. ‘Grew up in Marquette Park and I live in Beverly now.’ I thought I had him sidetracked. Loogan meant he was Lithuanian, and I wanted to take the conversation in that direction. Didn't get the chance.

Boiled beef and carrots, Boiled beef and carrots, That's the stuff for your Derby Kell, Makes you fat and it keeps you well. Don't live like vegetarians On food they give to parrots, Blow out your kite from morn till night On boiled beef and carrots.

And I knewe not that there were Sparrowes in the wall, and mine eyes being open, the Sparrowes muted warme doung into mine eyes,...

And also the lay fee, sometime the noble and sometime the commons, without difference, upon chance and displeasure grown, or of truth forsought and feigned, he doth impoverish, destroy, and kill, for none other intent but that he may enjoy and use his foul pleasures […]