The horizon of heaven is felt as a metal battleworks deflecting the arrows of prayer that are sent to soar as pleas for some castle-master's help for forgiveness: My prayer must meet a brazen heaven And fail and scatter all away.

Let's go where it's warmer.

He is experienced and knows the best spots to pick up passengers, as well as the unspoken rules for managing difficult customers, but Mr Dai is not what you’d call a “taxi uncle”.

The books were respaced on the shelf.