THIS year we got smashed, tanked up, trollied, pie-eyed, caned, wankered, mullered, inebriated, wrecked, pissed, slated, hammered, paralytic and well and truly out of our trees. We have more words for getting drunk than we do for being in love.

When there are undercuttings in the bass-relief, so that the plaster poured upon it would run into cavities, from which it could not be drawn up, but would break in them, these undercuttings must be filled up with plaster […]

But my Leech—a leech Fit to suck blood, with lubricous round rings, Capaciously expatiative, which make His little body like a red balloon, As full of blood as that of hydrogene, Sucked from men’s hearts

Around, the first Curetes (order solemn / To thy foreknowing mother!) trod tumultuous / Their mystic dance, and clanged their sounding arms; …