Crome Yellow

Oh, he had had hundreds of hours, and what had he done with them? Wasted them, spilt the precious minutes as though his reservoir were inexhaustible

He took nobody by surprise; there was nobody to take.

He was twenty-three, and oh! so agonizingly conscious of the fact

Two hours. One hundred and twenty minutes. Anything might be done in that time. Anything. Nothing. Oh, he had had hundreds of hours, and what had he done with them? Wasted them, spilt the precious minutes as though his reservoir were inexhaustible

Sanity, for example, informs us that the only way in which we can preserve civilisation is by behaving decently and intelligently.

Sanity appeals and argues; our rulers persevere in their customary porkishness, while we acquiesce and obey.