My dreams vanish on contact / memory is inherently porous
The dadaist Francis Picabia once put it like this: “Our heads are round so that our thoughts can change direction.”
The happiness of people in a country is measured on their perception of the return of a lost wallet.
"suddenly I heard Virginia's voice calling to me from the sitting-room window:'Hitler is making a speech. I shouted back, I shan't come. I'm planting iris and they will be flowering long after he is dead.'" Leonard Woolf’s autobiography
favourable weather / fast moving things
Hertzbaracke = heart attack
Humblebrag
Robbers here have a sense of humour. If the door is unlocked, they won’t come in.
Pigeon lung - a condition of pigeon fanciers breathing in dust from feathers and dung
The French speak of un syndrome de glissement, a slide to death prompted by utter hopelessness.
Expecting / visible mending / young offenders
We carry in our coccyx what remains of a vanished tail
Caveat emptor must have been the motto of the shopkeeper: cayenne was mixed with brick dust and red lead, coffee was stretched with chicory, and chicory with parsnips. Tea was mixed with "lie tea" - tea dust stuck together with gum - and once steeped, the leaves were collected and sold again. Henry Mayhew interviewed a tea-leaf collector: "I get them honestly and sell them honestly, and that's all I can say about it. Every little helps, and if rich people won't pay poor people properly, then poor people can't be expected to be very nice."