You can hardly walk along the streets of a great city without seeing swarms rushing eagerly in chase of sin, although shame and scorn and outcastness and destitution and disease and death are glaring with fixt eyes upon them.

I must rub up my balancing, and chasing, and boring.

Coordinate term: US

Standing in the cavernous barracks clad only in my jockeys, shivering next to other miserable schlubs and being handled like a piece of beef with mad cow disease did nothing to improve my mood.