I doubt me whether the very soberness of such a one , like an unliquored Silenus , were not stark drunk

veiling its enormity, and its indefensibility

When things got so Wolfe had to cut down expenses […] , Saul Panzer and I got our weekly envelopes sliced, but [Fred] Durkin's was stopped altogether. Wolfe called him in when he was needed and paid him by the day, so I still saw him off and on and knew he was having hard sledding. […] Hello, Fred do I owe you something? […] How are you, Mr. Wolfe. I wish to God you did. If there was anybody owed me anything I'd be with him like a saddle on a horse.

The opening theme of a piobaireachd is called the Urlar, or ‘ground’ – the territory on which the whole composition stands.