What returning director Genndy Tartakovsky reveres is animation—and not necessarily the wonders of photorealistic follicle creation or impeccably rendered water, but the kind of gloriously exaggerated movement, the stretchy and springy caricature, that enlivens many classic cartoons.

The sand-hills have permanently disappeared from many parts of the coast and have been replaced by clay embankments, timber hulkings, and, during the pre-war years, by mass-concrete stepwork.

Therefore the falsely masculine cling to the skirts of the Diabolic for fear that they should be obliged to come to terms, one way or another, with God's just retribution, whereas the genuinely masculine, who are still fearful of God and therefore theoretically faithful unto the possibility of godliness, remain open to the possibility of light as the redemption of heat and master of motion, remain open, in short, to the possibility of God and of divine deliverance from the world and all that would deny such deliverance in favour of that false relationship between Man and the Devil, antihumanity and devility, which far from conjoining pluralism with monism bespeaks a double pluralism the only outcome of which is the denial of monism on both phenomenal and, especially, noumenal terms.

'The old trammans at Ballakoig were cut down, and the fairies came every night to weep and lament.'