During the Covid-19 pandemic, though, Lent felt amorphous and perpetual. The more liturgically minded people on my Twitter feed started referring to this time as “Coronatide.”]
[…]the gnawing pain, the sick faintness, the deadly stupor, the insatiable animal craving for mere food, all of which sensations are frightful enough to those who are, unhappily, daily inured to them, but which when they afflict one who has been tenderly reared and brought up to consider himself a 'gentleman,'—God save the mark! are perhaps still more painful to bear.
Nunzio improves his prospects with members of the dominant team by swapping his salami or crayfish sandwiches for ‘more normal′ Australian Vegemite delights.
By St. Andrew ! were he within reach of my hand I could spelder him by one stroke of my axe, yea, spelder him as I would a haddock ! " he added, as another volley of shot and arrows whizzed and rattled on the rocks around them.
