The distress it causes her, however, releases a minute drip of adrenaline that permits her to lean over to the bedside table, work her right hand up the tapered base of the lamp, around the harp holder, and find the switch on the socket.

Rousseau was not content with pointing out the inherent contradictions of the human condition and the necessity of an artificial political intervention in order to denaturise men and to make them content and happy.

Robin, thou red-headed lurden, how oft must I tell thee not to shoot straight with a quarter-wind blowing across the mark? Note: Deliberately dated language; the story is set during the Hundred Years' War.

Playes are the nurseries of vice, the bawd, / That thorow the senses steales our hearts abroad, / Tainting our eares with obscæne bawdery, / Lascivious words, and wanton ribaulry.