The radiation and chemotherapy were only palliatives.

Suddenly, a faint moan emanated from the cantonment. Distant lungs blowing the neck of a winebottle. ¶ “What's that big weird noise?” demanded Katrinko, all alert interest.

Malicious Mass-Priest, cast back those emissitious eyes, to your own infamous Chair of Rome; and, if even in that thou canst discern no spectacles of abominable uncleanness, spend thy spiteful censures upon ours.

Silk-winders or windsters easily became weavers.