Very good young man. Look for my car. The shitcan.

That lie on ivory diwans and sprawl on their couches—another luxurious custom, which filled this rude shepherd with contempt—and eat lambs from the flock and calves from the midst of the stall—that is, only the most delicate of meats—who prate or purr or babble to the sound of the viol, and as if they were David himself invent for them instruments of song; who drink wine by ewerfuls—waterpotfuls—and anoint with the finest of oils—yet never do they grieve at the havoc of Joseph!

The Australians murder a few slabs of beer and the New Zealanders murder a few vowels.

Bachofen, the protagonist of the mother-right theory in the last century, observed that motherdom is related to the idea of the day-bearing night, as fatherdom is to light sprung from the union of the sun with mother night.