[…]being turned on by a woman who was also a person and had stuff going for herself, and knowing that even if my Wurlitzer rotted and fell off, even if her Charlies sagged and turned to empty baggies, we'd still be buddies and craft companions

This hypocrite will laugh in your face, and cut your throat...

Seven pounds make a clove, 2 cloves a stone, 2 stone a tod, 6 1/2 tods a wey, 2 weys a sack, 12 sacks a last. … It is to be observed here that a sack is 13 tods, and a tod 28 pounds, so that the sack is 364 pounds.

The troops assembled for a review by the Queen.