When lighting-up time came it was naturally tired, and wanted a rest." "It was a bit irritating, that lamp," he murmured; "I remember it." I said: "It irritated me; it must have been worse for you.

Then there are saddles," I went on--I wished to get this lesson home to him.

"Can you think of any saddle ever advertised that you have _not_ tried ?" He said: "It has been an idea of mine that the right saddle is to be found." I said: "You give up that idea; this is an imperfect world of joy and sorrow mingled.

There may be a better land where bicycle saddles are made out of rainbow, stuffed with cloud; in this world the simplest thing is to get used to something hard.

There was that saddle you bought in Birmingham; it was divided in the middle, and looked like a pair of kidneys." He said: "You mean that one constructed on anatomical principles." "Very likely," I replied.