"By my hilt! no. There was little Robby Withstaff, and Andrew Salblaster, and Wat Alspaye, who broke the neck of the German. Mon Dieu! what men they were! Take them how you would, at long butts or short, hoyles, rounds, or rovers, better bowmen never twirled a shaft over their thumb-nails.

As I will present it, the first moment identifies the problematics of reading what was deemed vulgar. The subsequent two moments suggest containment strategies, namely antiquitization and poeticization. The final moment delineates the effect of these strategies, namely the disappearance of the body in any capacity other than its poetic voice.

[…]; you could watch a buckwheat pancake whirled into existence under your eyes and see fowls' legs devilled, peppered, grilled, and tormented till they lost all semblance of the original Mariposa chicken.

There has been many a big contractor who has been as guilty of jerryism as the smaller operator […]