The ground beneath her feet is extraordinarily smooth, as near as cobble-stones can get to parquetry; she imagines an army of paviours patiently completing it like a jigsaw puzzle while the placid citizens look on.

The piece of music had a mainly homophonic texture.

But there is yet another interlocutor that precedes the underground culture of zines: the aboveground world of straight society.

I am a most poor woman and a stranger, / Born out of your dominions.