Sentence The Onehundredandeightysecond
“The Gannet's particular bailiwick extends well into the hinterland, far offshore, rises up the way tae the top o' sky, and when he dives intae the sea fer a fish, he gauns stracht doon through the watters, a' the wey tae Hell, itsel!” said Father Finnegan, then he swallowed a gulp of Laphroaig, took a long drag on his cigarette, looked both Daphne and Maude straight in the eye – one of the advantages of being boss-eyed – laughed and said: “an' if you believe that auld amphigory, I'm the Priest for youse!”