Now we plunged into a deep shade with the boughs lacing each other overhead, and crossed dainty, rustic bridges over the cold trout-streams, the boards giving back the clatter of our horses' feet:[…].

We've seen how to create a new fiber and convert the current thread into a fiber (which continues to run after the conversion), but we have yet to focus on how to schedule a new fiber onto the current thread.

I roamed the streets and parks, as far removed from the idea of art and pretense as I could take myself, discovering there the kind of truth I was supposed to be setting down on paper…

Your mum is a white whore, you coconut.