Ay, kennel, puddle, sink, whose filth and dirt / Troubles the silver spring where England drinks […].

One of the problems in writing about the new pseudo-English lies in finding the right nomenclature. Terms like jargon, gobbledygook, cant, argot, and so on have their uses; but they apply poorly here, partly because the new English covers all of these and more and partly because there is something nonlinguistic and inhuman about it.

We found a cottage of stone, from whose thatched roof a dormer-window, brilliant with flowers, peeped out through the foliage which half concealed the tiny homelet.

An uncorrupt dead body was thought to be a vampire.