I had to start always with the cat and finish with Emmeline.

I was never allowed the refreshment of a change, end-for-end.

It was not permissible to introduce a bric-a-brac ornament into the story out of its place in the procession.
These bric-a-bracs were never allowed a peaceful day, a reposeful day, a restful Sabbath.

In their lives there was no Sabbath, in their lives there was no peace; they knew no existence but a monotonous career of violence and bloodshed.

In the course of time, the bric-a-brac and the pictures showed wear.