How do we deal with sadism and masculinism, masochism and femininism, the strut and the swagger, the cringe and the death wish?

the balks are laid and covered with chesses to within 1 foot of the trestle

I recall vividly a bright summer morning, many years ago, when, in search of Caxtons, I entered the inner quadrangle of a certain wealthy College in one of our learned Universities.

‘I have bastardised both my daughters.’