Get yourself seen to, Isaac. For God's sake. Before it's too late, Sarah would chastise him. / Och, Sarah, would you give over with your bargeing. It's just a wee cough. It'll get better itself.

Traveling in a fried-out Kombi / On a hippie trail, head full of zombie

If the smallest Gonoph about town were crouching at the bottom... Inspector Field would nose him with a finer scent than an ogre's, when adventurous Jack lay trembling in his kitchen copper.'

Perhaps if each of us could truly accept his appointment in Samarra, the activity of that skeleton in card thirteen would not seem so threatening.