[T]he artist has returned to create new forms of expression, to resacralize, re-enchant, remythologize.

[…] the sense of his glowing body, in naked touch with mine […] deliver'd up every faculty of the soul to the sensiblest of joys […]

He clowned Sticks, and Sticks murked him for no reason. And I don't know for sure, but I think he murked Trail.

Grealish, so confident when he came on, sent in the perfect cross to find Kane in the six-yard area to head home.