Kimberly handed him a whisky and said: So's that, my boy. Forty-eight-year-old Glenlivet. This was a connoisseur's drop before you were a twinkle in your father's eye.

Take it to Sugbu, barter for it with the Sanglay, the Chinese. For metal implements. Knives, needles. Porcelain and celadon ware. The Sanglay come in their batwinged junks with the onset of the northeast monsoon, the amihan.

The pillars in Figure 12.24 were built similarly: I designed a helix (a coily cord shape) and then swept a large 2D circle along the path the helix describes.

Halfway up the garden was a set of hives, for in those days my grandfather kept bees; and then, further up the garden and well away from the house was a pigscot, where a pig, our pig, was fattened on potato and other vegetable peelings […]