This cleft sentence in turn cleaves narrative genre: Baré's story, formerly an account of loyal masculine servitude, now proceeds as a feminine sentimental narrative, yet one in which she figures, hermaphroditically, as both distressed female and the masculine hero who rescues her.
Don't you think I have anything better to do than go scrambling around hundreds of square miles of the toughest wilderness in the state looking for pie in the sky?
I know I'm preachin' to the congregation. We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan
It's still only on the 5-turn timer if you're hit by a monster-thrown egg, though, as opposed to the instadeath from elementary physics if you throw one upwards yourself.
