In my case, the impression is that of bringing home a drove of pigs from market, some tied by the hind legs with strings, many times on the road crossed and twisted; others darting into holes and corners where they had no business, and having to be fetched out. And now, dusty and tired, with my little herd safely confined in their separate pens, you, my reader, come along, fresh, alert, and critical, and I know not whether you will see what you expect to find.
