"Oh days of youthful promise when the world seemed so big a place to travel and problems seemed so small a consideration to warrant a single worry beyond the birth of their expression. Oh to be born at a time when a man's word was his bond and a woman's nightly conquests her own business.
This was a time when the word of one's expressed intent proved sufficient to satisfy any debtor that their bill would be paid and large business transactions would be settled by traders with the shake of a hand and a spittled palm. It was a time when the worth of every man or woman was determined by 'honour;' when a true gentleman would be prepared to fight a duel to preserve his while a rightous woman wanting to settle down and seek the security of lasting love, family and marriage was not inclined to lose hers.
Shall we ever see such times again? I think not. We are far more likely to capture a butterfly angel asleep in a teacup on a sunny afternoon in Manchester!" William Forde: April 19th, 2015.