Now, Lydia, looking two ways, seemed to see double, but even she did not discover the subtle underdrift which gave this poem a distinct meaning for two persons.

We deal with having just a gallon of gas.

Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak[.]

[…] this blow is presented […] as violently automasochistic. Think of Fight Club, particularly those scenes toward its close, where Jack is caught on camera—the truth regime of video?