If the whitecoats expected their Victorian lab rat to appreciate the Big Picture and be grateful for the sake of science and the expansion of knowledge, they were very much disappointed. They were so arrogant, so oblivious...

Gladiators were combatants who fought to the death to entertain the public.

The bird's eggs were speckled as camouflage.

Started right off for the Harvest Home of Superempyrean Philanthropy — got taken aback; heard one of the lucky reapers tell unlucky gleaner “couldn't afford to drop him a single grain just then, because it zvas special harvest time with him!"