[B]ut most she loath'd the hour / When the thick-moted sunbeam lay / Athwart the chambers, and the day / Was sloping toward his western bower.

Feminists of the era did not take kindly to Ericsson and his Marlboro Man veneer. To them, the lab cowboy and his sperminator portended a dystopia of mass-produced boys.

The rampspeed was set to 1.5°C/sec from 95°C to 50°C, and from 50°C to 72°C.

There was no special place for him or his little affairs, and he was forbidden to sprawl on sofas and explain his ideas about the manufacture of this world and his hopes for the future. Sprawling was lazy and wore out sofas, and little boys were not expected to talk. sprawls