Look at the arduous exertion required of middle life; the thronging anxieties that spring up for others more than for ourselves; the constant downfal of our best-laid projects; the disappointment attending on the result of those which had mocked us with success;...

It's fershur a nuisance. But you better hold on to it, cause if we run into Joe in that cave, we're gonna need all the weapons we can lay our hands on.

[H]e was doing a stitch of time in Ohio for embezzlement and for fainaiguing a good-hearted Jack under the alias Joseph […]

Seated at table, eating delicious food brought by European migrant waiters in red bumfreezers, I felt that we were all making a very game pretence of reconstructing Europe.