D. Attenborough, Life in Cold Blood 252

I’m an Antarctican; I can sleep on the ground.

I min' when they were jist auld sort o' ruckly boxes, awfu' licht, ye ken, upon the springs, and just went dodderin' alang, the body swingin' to and fro, as if it would flee richt oot.

Undisciplinary theory must be wary of McLuhan's indisciplinarity.