But apart from this, it is difficult for a man like Watt to tell a long story like Watt's without leaving out some things, and foisting in others.

From Keighley onwards we had obviously returned to civilisation, for the surrounding country was now studded with the sodium street lights of suburbia and a thickening industrial haze was blotting out the moon.

“I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of your stupidity.”

If a lamb is scouring, do not delay treatment.