This guy was extremely hirsute. Everywhere. So much I used to wonder how he could clearly manage certain emunctory functions.

“I beg, Mr Allworthy,” answered Sophia, “you will not insist on my reasons;—[…] Your nephew, sir, hath many virtues—he hath great virtues, Mr Allworthy. I question not but he will do you honour in the world, and make you happy.”—“I wish I could make him so, madam,” replied Allworthy; “but that I am convinced is only in your power. It is that conviction which hath made me so earnest a solicitor in his favour.”

'Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox, gone to ground' — Pink Floyd, 'Grantchester Meadows' [from the album Ummagumma (1969)]

No trade gild might be started without the consent of the whole body of hanasters, who would insist that the regulations were not harmful to the burgesses as a whole; […]