This world I do renounce, and in your sights / Shake patiently my great affliction off.

We see young men who owe us a new world, so readily and lavishly they promise, but they never acquit the debt; they die young and dodge the account: or if they live, they lose themselves in the crowd.

With the setting sun sending long shadows loping ahead of them over the smooth hillocks of the downs, they came up with the lagoon; a contentful return home, with appetite brisked up by a ten-mile walk, and plenty of food to satisfy it.

Witnessing these former butches strut around, super male. Flat chests, muscular arms; deep voices. Some had the money to get upper surgery.