England should have had enough against a very ordinary Russia to complete the job but Rooney's removal robbed them of his craft and guidance and now increases the pressure on Thursday's meeting with Wales in Lens.

When Marat took out a pistol at the tribune, and exclaimed, “One word more, and I shoot myself,” or when David rose from the extreme bench of the Mountain and shouted out, “I demand, I insist upon it, that you assassinate me,” they were scarcely more ripe for Charenton than M. Odillon Barrot, when, Cataline-like, he rushed from the Palais Bourbon, “Abiit, excepit, evasit, erupit”—when, Sylla-like, “He dared depart / In savage grandeur home,” to return, the next day, with the same decent demeanour and benign appearance, at the head of the same array of evening-dressed and white-cravatted individuals, professing bit by bit, and day after day, principles which in their accelerated advance approach them more and more to sans culottes.

Among many Indians, however, an exonormative view, which even today posits British English as the target model, appears to be firmly in place.

If I saw the wild geese fly over the dark lakes of Kerry...