After some atonal washes and twitchy breakbeats, the track lurched to a sudden halt and – in a moment that still takes my breath away when I listen to it now – a brief snatch of the spidery, abstract electronics instantly recognisable from the Japan record leapt into the chasm, before being immediately consumed by viscous bass ooze and the synthetic screeches that were the sonic signatures of darkside Jungle.

when he was disposed to pass into Achaia

[R]eligion / Hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

He could see the writing on the wall months before the business failed.