[…] wholly untrained and untaught as they are in Biblical argument, nothing else could happen, in many instances, but the sudden annihilation of a faith which had come to them only from early maternal catechizings.

Samuel guzzled some golden liquid from a hip-flask plucked from a pocket of his brocaded dark blue jacket (which clashed outrageously, as every item of his clothing always did, with every other, with his orange cravat, maroon shirt, “M' favourite wesskit,” – taut over his farctate belly – of mustard yellow with pink buttons, red britches held up by another cravat, this one green, for a belt, orange socks – “To match the first cravat, of course!– and silver-buckled shoes so shiny black as to be ugly).

Those are the two choice words top tipster Rich Pelley used to describe the monthly helpathon that is the one and only COMPLETE CONTROL.

I couldn't actually bring myself to chao keng, but though it was only 4 km, that march was one of the tougher evolutions we've done.