Preëminently is the Lake District suited for the jaded and worn, who seek in solitude and amidst scenery unmoiled and unsullied by human artifice, refreshment alike of body and spirit.

They were in a tricky situation.

“And I oop! Sorry, you just became a part of the cancel culture. Cancelled!” Bella said, and I cracked the fuck up.

Is it possible that our sense of humor has already undergone a sea-change? […] [T]he book as a whole seems strangely antiquated.