The island of Brecqhou is a tenement of Sark.

I always felt that Bob Dylan was on the money when he sang: When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose.

[…] when I got there it had started and there were no seats left. Secretly relieved, I walked or rather mountaineered back to the flat […]

The TV images that would shake American politics like none had since Watts in 1965 began innocuously enough: on NBC, above a chyron reading taped, it looked like a busy New York rush hour, though some are holding handkerchiefs to their faces. […] [T]he hemmed-in cops threw tear-gas canisters across the street at the apex of the marchers' U-turn […] grant park, chicago, illinois, the chyron now reads, and a woman's voice says, The kids are still marching, it looks like a whole gathering of people with terrible colds; […]