All Bayonets Are Bad.

If Your Master Is Surly, From Getting Up Early (and Tempers Are Short In The Morning), An Inopportune Joke Is Enough To Provoke Him To Give You, At Once, A Month's Warning.

It's True I've Got No Shirts To Wear; It's True My Butcher's Bill Is Due; It's True My Prospects All Look Blue - But Don't Let That Unsettle You.

A Policeman's Lot Is Not A Happy One

Merely Corroborative Detail, Intended To Give Artistic Verisimilitude To An Otherwise Bald And Unconvincing Narrative.

Darwinian Man, Though Well-behaved, At Best Is Only A Monkey Shaved.