“'"So I have been allotted months of futility / And wearisome nights have been appointed me...' Will this victory signal the restoration of my losses? Will I soon be given twice what I had before? Will I die 'old and full of days'?”
“Butter could not succeed on this night, even though I got Iceland off the draw. Perhaps the sudden move to Africa was my undoing, as butter tends to melt too quickly that close to the equator. Even Ted, Sam and Pencilstub down in Sydney by Nangle Rock could not slow down the yeomanlike effort of grey and their evil neutral hearts!”
