My great-uncle in a reefer-jacket, and looking like an old sea-captain with his white beard flying, was putting his whole heart and soul into the wheezey old harmonium ….

I just say lemon, or yeyo, or weasel dust or big C, or just fucking cocaine.

The fightback when it came was in the [Roger] Federer fashion: unfussy, filled with classy strokes from the back with perfectly timed interventions at the net that confounded his opponent. The third set passed in a bit of a blur, the fourth, which led to the second tie-break, was the most dramatic of the match.

Now as pain is what we are all averſe to, our own ſenſibility of pain ſhould teach us to commiſerate it in others, to alleviate it if poſſible, but never wantonly or unmeritedly to inflict it.