Now that was in summer, the time of fleas and glegs and golochs in the fields, when stirks would start up from a drowsy cud-chewing to a wild a feckless racing, the glegs biting through hair and hide to the skin below the tail-rump.

He walked slowly, passing through one pool of light after another, his shadow running tall across the fronts of the barber shop, the Western Auto, the video-rental shop.

And Ringheads aren't the only ones who are drawn to Wagner: only Hitler and Shakespeare have attracted so many biographers, analysts and apologists.

You can take the money from the chest.