Do I understand correctly that William Oxley
...was actually born on that little island north and west of the European Peninsula, the one that used to keep interfering in the political arrangements of the mainland before it bankrupted itself in the last round? The same island toward which suburban-bred colonials like me grew up genuflecting as the founders and proprietors of the language of Shakespeare, Milton and Stoppard? That island?
Well, shee-it.
uncouthly,
Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist.