I nibbled at a corner of the crumbly, kibbly bread.

Exactly which of the songs on Small Change originated in London is a moot point.

In nearly every case, each car and SUV and truck and bus was continuously signaling its position for the benefit of commercial collectors of megadata, police agencies—and whoever owned the future.

They will not passe thorough the holes of the sieve, ruddle or trie, if they be narrow.