“Reading?” I said. He lowered his book – one of Ma Cream's, I noticed – and flashed an upper lip at me. “Your powers of observation have not led you astray, Wooster. I am reading.” “Interesting book?” “Very. I am counting the minutes until I can resume its perusal undisturbed.” I'm pretty quick, and I at once spotted that the atmosphere was not of the utmost cordiality. He hadn't spoken matily, and he wasn't eyeing me matily. His whole manner seemed to suggest that he felt that I was taking up space in the room which could have been better employed for other purposes.

Yolngu workers have used it in health promotion talks with the youth and it makes sense to them in terms of the spread of AIDS from Africa, the 'longgrass' in Darwin, the beach at Nhulunbuy, etc.

The sun was fierce, the land seemed to glisten and drip with steam.

In cutaneous diseases (which seldom require a hot bath) a tepid temperature is often quite sufficient to produce a salutary relaxation and perspirability of the skin […]