So, after doing my professorly duty and dispensing wisdom, I hang up with the reporter and stand in the middle of the dark bedroom.

He started a few seconds before the time and came up in speed to the scratch at the moment appointed.

Not a bird in sight until I almost stepped on a solitary bleary eyed jimmy woodser pigeon staring or drinking at an oily puddle.

Asinius Pollio[…], having written many invectives against Plancus, staid untill he were dead to publish them. It was rather to flurt at a blind man, and raile in a dead mans eare, and to offend a senselesse man, than incurre the danger of his revenge.