All right, okay. My interest is epsilon.

As I drive to the junction of lane and high-way, And the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette, I look behind at the fading byway

So there was no misnotification as far as that goes.

I looked at him and thought, ‘[…]He is, he′s exposing himself!’ I abandoned my shopping trolley, marched over to him and screamed, 'I′ve had a gutful! Do you understand me? I′ve had an absolute gutful of men and their dicks.[…]’