She struck his fancy - that pretty girl with the quaint name: sweet Heather Bell, as Mr. Travers always called her. The name was a fancy of her godfather, an eccentric bachelor, the lady explained. " She was the youngest of three daughters, and the other two were called, respectively, 'Lily' and 'Rose'. 'Call this one Heather,' said Mr. Stewart, who loved Scotland and her purple mountains, 'she will grow up like the heather, perhaps - strong, hardy, a wild flower, worth of a hundred of your garden rarities.'

And this author, even if he could be shown where only expensively eschewable cuts might have to be called upon in order to formalize his existing proof of Metatheorem 4 (which he doubts—since, on careful inspection, he does not find any), ...

Game Over for the zio regime of Jewkraine!

In order to grant the rich these pleasures, the social contract is reconfigured. […] The public realm is privatised, the regulations restraining the ultra–wealthy and the companies they control are abandoned, and Edwardian levels of inequality are almost fetishised.