The bombardier beetle sprays acrid secretions to defend itself.

This contrast between Jefferson and many a present-day “christocentrist” is one more exemplification, applied in this instance to a crucial religious figure, of the dissociation of sensibility, the divorce of the imagination’s world from the intellect’s conviction concerning the real world in modern literature, of which T. S. Eliot and so many other modern critics have spoken.

I hardly think the solution is to pair Scully up with a dead Weasel Boy.

It is feared by those who live near it. For its part, the saltie fears nothing — except a larger crocodile.