Mr. Randolph moved to strike out the words, each House and to insert the words, the House of Representatives in Sect. 7.

The flowers glowed red and golden: snapdragons and sunflowers, and nasturtians trailing all over the turf walls and peeping in at the round windows.

Ambedo. That's what he was feeling as he ran after Selena through the tall grass (having awakened with a knot on his head to find her fleeing) and tried not to think about the danger. Ambedo: that trance-like state in which one became became so absorbed by their surroundings—the wind massaging the green hills so that they undulated like sea anemones or the red-gold chiaroscuro sky lending palette and poetry to everything or the sun glaring over the horizon like a burning but indifferent god—that they forgot what they were doing or even why they were there.

I'm not saying it isn't complicated; I'm saying that it could, and should, have been done better. Instead we get a bizarre Frankenstein's-monster of techniques where some character-glyphs are precomposed (with duplicates across multiple languages) and Zalgo-script is a thing. (see: https://eeemo.net/ )