However virtuous, however single- minded their intentions, it is but a cruel thing these Autolyci do, these snappers up of unconsidered trifles.

She dove back into the pool And he whipped off his budgee-stuffed dick togs and leapt out of the pool.

Once more I was a man in a myth, incapable of understanding it, but somehow aware that understanding it meant it must continue, however sinister its peripeteia.

That's the life of the busy meeja type, I suppose.