Posterity shall know of me even less than I shall know of posterity.
Saturday afternoon, although occurring at regular and well-foreseen intervals, always takes this railway by surprise.
It's love that makes the world go round.
Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.
When everyone is somebody, then no one's anybody.
I love my fellow creatures - I do all the good I can - yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!