I have done what any one would in such desperate circumstances.

I have walked about and philosophized.

I have quarreled with the world--that is to say, with the black-haired and myself--and then ended by standing still before a lamp-lit stall, and buying three oranges." So saying, he drew them out of his pocket.

"And now, my son, the past is over and gone; let us speak of the future: this is the last evening that we shall spend together; let no cloud hang over our spirits.

Make me a glass of punch, and squeeze these fat fellows in.
Orange-punch-making is one of the accomplishments you owe to me.