Casual Ago Van, Page 6.

'I came from tomorrow to save you from boring. And the end of the world. But mostly from all the boring'.

En Poll, Page 107.

And Boda vanishes into the curve of a shadow that falls from the side of a rubbish skip that catches the light from the moon that floats high and serene over the water that laps at the side of the canal that leads into the city of Manchester.

Olden Infolds, Page 382.

The god of mobs.

. . .

Soak Bet Fetish, Page 124.

Eshley had painted a successful and acceptable picture of cattle drowsing picturesquely under walnut trees, and as he had begun, so, of necessity, he went on. His 'Noontide Peace,' a study of two dun cows under a walnut tree, was followed by 'A Mid-Day Sanctuary,' a study of a walnut tree, with two dun cows under it. In due succession there came 'Where The Gad-Flies Cease From Troubling,' 'The Haven Of The Herd,' and 'A Dream In Dairyland,' studies of walnut trees and dun cows. His two attempts to break away from his own tradition were signal failures: 'Turtle Doves Alarmed By Sparrow-Hawk' and 'Wolves On The Roman Campagna' came back to his studio in the guise of abominable heresies, and Eshley climbed back into grace and the public gaze with 'A Shaded Nook Where Drowsy Milkers Dream'.

En Poll, Page 73.

'This is the fifty-ninth revival of the sixties.'

En Poll, Page 52.

LET'S GET HIDDEN.

Big Job Doom Thing, Page 151.

Caught in that no man's land between drunk and hungover.

En Poll, Page 34.

Days of cop-work. Days of juice and smoke, mist and flesh. Days of wondering and wandering. Days of air.