Paddy said yesterday morning: Lookit he didn't murder anybody. He is not a bad lad.

Also the Parisian sadness, which is that of satiety and reaction; and the Viennese, which is that of Strauss. / There is the Bostonian, which is commercio-literary; and the New Yorkian, which is faro-commercial, inspired with or “Sass and Brass,” and steamed up with enterprise, deviltry, fun, humbug, and go-aheaditiveness; and the Philadelphian, which advanceth also, but with a more measured tread—which is peculiar in being without a peculiarity, which moveth silently, divineth unutterable things within itself, and behaveth decently—a very comme-il-faut sort of sadness, which presenteth many solid points of social comfort. / These are the varieties of sadness pertaining to each city.

Typically for the 'get-on-with-it' era, the railway and military worked like demons to restore the vital rail link. The crater was rapidly filled in and the earth tamped solid, the wreckage was removed by breakdown trains, new rails and sleepers were rushed forward by willing hands, and US Army bulldozers piled in. By 2020 on the same day, both tracks were open for traffic again where there had been a gaping pit just hours before.

Y' are brave, but the most uncrafty lad that I can think upon!