Drop and give me thirty push-ups, private!

I know I have something else to say to you, but unfortunately I awoke this morning with collywobbles, and had to take a small dose of laudanum with the usual consequences of dry throat, intoxicated legs, partial madness and total imbecility; and for the life of me I cannot remember what it is.

This also conforms to the theory that outrovert people are not having better share of success.

The hard, plodding work of plowing (of the priest) makes the plowshare shine as it goes down the row turning up the sillion.