Holy shit, that car just exploded!

It seems to the editors that this is somehow curiously reminiscent of Whorf's defense of Native American languages and cultures in the face of narrow-gauge views on language and culture at the time, without going so far as to take a strict Sapir-Whorfian stance that might posit unbridgeable gaps in translation theory and practice from one culture to the next.

I had learned by then to hog it out with most cold back horses but knew little of real breaking.

A sylvan scene with various greens was drawn, / Shades on the sides, and in the midst a lawn.