The mind is that part of our being which thinks and wills, remembers and reasons; we know nothing of it except from these functions.

Dylan Thomas was another thesaurus thumber, and in his work too the words it supplied were not always improvements.

“The air was still with the lonely thrill of 'now the hour is near' And the smell of sweat was better yet than the awful stench of fear.”

What defence can properly be used in such a despicable encounter as this but either the slap or the spurn?