We accept that a third of the population live on the poverty line. We accept that only a handful of the most exceptional of the children of the poor will make it through to a third-level education. We accept massive examples of greed and dishonesty in public life. We except the values of materialism. What do we expect then—to be left un-harassed, we who have all the privileges?

That noise, that awful clamour of uncouthness inexpressible, is the love-call of the storm bird!

I have a limited understanding of quantum physics.

The young women gave him the excitement of his life when they began to dirty dance with him on the dance floor.