[…] a lame, imperfect Piece, rudely daub’d over with too little Reflection and too much haste.

Douglas: You've got spunk. And balls. And I like that in a woman.

Wherefore are we counted as beasts, and reputed vile in your sight?

“Boy, is it really making down! And those flakes are the kind I used to think the fairies used for cushions when I was a little kid. It won't take long to pile up several inches of that stuff. I hope it quits soon so we can go out to the trail this afternoon.”