...whiteouts and silty dust-outs, the mosquito body stockings, and the rancid stench of briny lakes all became part of life.

The children walking two and two in red and blue and green: Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow, Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow. 1852 March – 1853 September, Charles Dickens, chapter 11, in Bleak House, London: Bradbury and Evans,[…], published 1853, OCLC 999756093: The beadle ... generally understood in the neighbourhood to be a ridiculous institution ... The policeman considers him an imbecile civilian, a remnant of the barbarous watchmen times, but gives him admission as something that must be borne with until government shall abolish him.

All insect fungus gardeners propagate their primary fungi as clonal monocultures within their nests and mostly across generations too (trophophoresy from parent to offspring in the ants and the beetles).

This story slips for ever through my fingers. I'm very sorry, but I cannot help it; going to sea has given me such a turn for rambling ; besides, I cannot spare the room for all my slipslop.