That was the last squash shot I trained with her.

The bar closes at twelve o'clock (= The bar closes at midnight).

21 It's a vision that resonates sympathetically with the impermanent anarchotopias, online and off, real and imagined, that have captured the subcultural imagination in recent years: Hakim Bey's notion of the “temporary autonomous zone ...

Vnder my feet I stampe thy Cardinalls Hat: