He was dressed in a green velvet suit— a fashion statement, I thought, that veered very close to the leprechaunesque. He tasted my sauce and made a few adjustments to the seasonings to great effect.

The rule was that when new corpusses came in they must be put into the receiving vault the first year.[…]All the corpusses what wasn’t claimed by the folks related to the corpus was just chucked into them, sometimes three and more in one. When they got three or four into one box and the lid wouldn’t shut they jumped on the top or jammed the bones down till it did. One woman had all her ribs broken and several others had their breast bones stove in to get enough of them into one box.

Wholesale buyers and curious onlookers pack Tokyo's Tsukiji Fish Market at the break of day.

On the polarward side of the trough, the disturbance appears as the wave in the Easterlies described by Riehl [9].