The tent is made of light, close, unbleached duck, […] A window, six inches square, is fitted at the upper end with a flap to trice up or haul down.

Now o'er the one halfworld / Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse / The curtain'd sleep;

When the barker yelled, The guyascutus is loose!, the suckers fled the sideshow tent.

The Analects [of Confucius] dramatize in the famous scorned image of the unmannerly old man that virtue is not coterminous with age, but it would be misleading to suppose … that one's moral growth can significantly surpass one's physical maturation.