It is far more than a game, this cricket.
The umpire... is like the geyser in the bathroom; we cannot do without it, yet we notice it only when it is out of order.
The elements are cricket's presiding geniuses.
A snick by Jack Hobbs is a sort of disturbance of a cosmic orderliness.
The laws of cricket tell of the English love of compromise between a particular freedom and a general orderliness, or legality.
There ought to be some other means of reckoning quality in this the best and loveliest of games; the scoreboard is an ass.