The curious misogyny which chequered Maupassant's gynomania seems to have tried hard to express itself in her portrait.

This overgrown and unremarkable little swamp is terra nullius. Under vaguely defined and loosely enforced international law, the first person who claims sovereignty over terra nullius can have it.

There exists a natural one to one mapping from the class of antispaces onto itself […]

I wouldn't have trusted dear old Monty to break the death of a bluebottle without managing to foozle it somehow.