The like-minded politicians voted the same way so often they were thought of as one person rather than two.

Three years on, it was time to return home, and the removalists were going through our rooms at lightning speed.

The first youth to reach their carriage, a lanky aboriginal boy of about sixteen shouted, “Hey, we′ve got some surfies here!” “We′re not surfies,” Terry replied quietly. It was no good. In the era of the early nineteen sixties one was either a “surfie” or a “bodgie.” Bodgies hated surfies with a passion and welcomed any excuse for a good stoush.

Sith I doe not take vpon mee but to write bare Annotations, I leaue it to the Readers conſideration, who may ſee, now more then euer, that the world continueth the building of Babel: that is, men madly gainſet their owne wiſedome and power againſt the wiſedome and power of God; […]