There is an innate light in every man, discovering to him the first lines of duty, in the common notions of good and evil, which, by cultivation and improvement, may be advanced to higher and brighter discoveries.

Let patient Octavia plough thy visage up / With her prepared nails.

the melanization of larvae

Father O’Flaherty taught Irish, or, to be more precise, spoke Irish with the country boys who already knew the language and insulted, cuffed and punched the contemptible town cornerboys who knew only English. If a cornerboy made an especially grotesque mistake, as often happened, Flah took the soft flesh of the boy’s cheek between his finger and thumb, violently shook the boy’s head till he gurgled, roared in disgust, ‘Are ye goin’ to give us yer breakfast, ye slabber?’ and slammed the head into the partition (the classroom was part of a prefabricated hut divided by wooden partitions).