I was waiting in the queue, looking at the board / Wondering whether to have a burger or chips / Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford

If this kind of real plasticity were to be incorporated in an analysis, the plastician would age rapidly and become a collapsian eventually.

My pre-engagements to other themes were not unknown to those for whom I was to write.

Act I: Scene III: Rosalind: But what will you be called? Celia: Something that hath a reference to my state: No longer Celia, but Aliena.