…the cleric’s name, Cynewulf, becomes in sequence torch, bow, necessity, horse, happiness, man, sea, wealth. His signature was a cryptogram, one of those ænigmata so congenial to the Anglo-Saxon imagination. The works where the runes are inserted are all of a homiletic nature…

In one example, she describes an advertisement depictin a nude female torso in profile. Wegenstein suggests that in this particular advertisement, the breasts overcode the body in a way that the face previously had reign.

Here we all know the common water mole was transferred into the duck-billed platypus, and in some distant emulation of this degeneration, I suppose we are to be favoured with a bunyip aristocracy.

“If you'd carry a camera around your neck and walk fifty feet ahead of me, nobody would know we were together.” “Faw,” he said. “And tush.”