Already⁠—it is an effect lists have upon us⁠—we are beginning to yawn. But if we stop, it is only that the catalogue is tedious, not that it is finished. There are ninety-nine pages more of it and the total sum disbursed ran into many thousands⁠—that is to say millions of our money. And if his day was spent like this, Lord Orlando might be found reckoning out what it would cost to level a million molehills, if the men were paid tenpence an hour; and, again, how many hundredweights of nails at five pence-halfpenny a gill were needed to repair the fence round the park, which was fifteen miles in circumference. And so on and so on.