The Cry of Chaos.
Reading edition
"Vive l'Anarchie?"—Fools! Chaos shrieks in that cry! Did Anarchy live soon would Anarchists die. One truth lights all history, well understood,— Disorder—like Saturn—devours its own brood.
UNEARNED INCREMENT.
Experienced Jock (during preliminary canter, to Stable-boy, who has been put up to make the running for him). "Now, young 'un, as soon as we're off, you go to work and make the Pace a hot 'un!"
Stable-boy (Irish). "Begorra thin Oi'm thinkin' it's meself roides the Race, and you pockets all the credit o' Winnin'!"