You never see a change in time to make ready for it.

You wait until it knocks you in the head, and then you wake up and grumble.

Now, I've been on the way for the last thirty years or so, but you never once so much as got wind of me.

You think I've just happened because of too much electricity in the air, like a thunderbolt or something; but you haven't even looked back to find out whether you are right or wrong.

Talk about public spirit! Why, there isn't an ounce of live public spirit left among you, in spite of all the moonshine your man Benham talks about the healing virtues of tradition and the sacred taboo of your political Pharisees.