The revolution in the Vendée, where peasants and noblemen had risen against the identitarian terrorists of Paris (p. 117)

Young knight, your chariot awaits, he announced, as a long silver limousine rolled to a stop in front of them.

It is indeed remarkable that Bayle, Niceron, and other literary historians, have not ventured to lay their hands on this ark of philosophical science; too modest to dispute, or too geneous to attack: unlike the great adversary of Fludd, Père Mersenne, who denounced the Rosacrusian to Europe as a caco-magician, who had insured for himself perdition throughout eternity.

But if an alphabeticall servility must be still urged, it may so fall out,