I had a fight on mules once, down at Oaxaca, but that was child's play.

This will be "slaughter in the pan," if the Saadat doesn't stop it somehow.
Perhaps he will.

If I wasn't so scared I'd wish he couldn't stop it, for it will be a way-up Barbarian scrap, the tongs and the kettle, a bully panjandrum.

It gets mighty dull in the desert when you're not moving.

But "it makes to think," as the French say.
Since I came out here I've had several real centre thoughts, sort of main principles-key-thoughts, that's it.