That flight just came in.

A new income, from chop shopping, the dismantling of stolen cars and the subsequent sale of their parts, was adding to the coffers but was no panacea.

The stories did not seem to me to touch life. […] They left me with the impression of a well-delivered stereopticon lecture, with characters about as life-like as the shadows on the screen, and whisking on and off, at the mercy of the operator.

This was effected by the brewer putting an ale-stake outside of his establishment, with a branch or bush attached to the end of it (Figure 6.1).