But in the meantime Robin Hood and his band lived quietly in Sherwood Forest, without showing their faces abroad, for Robin knew that it would not be wise for him to be seen in the neighborhood of Nottingham, those in authority being very wroth with him.

[…] itself will always be with you, despite all cuttings, excretings, and buryings.

Walking through the space gives you a good idea of what cool kids are wearing: minidresses with very wide necks, hooded caterpillar-like pullovers, cocoonish overcoats with complicated closures, somber shirts that dribble strings from their cuffs.

Currently, the word slut is marching its way into its own mutation, and the OED definition is perhaps no longer sufficient. The question is this: when a word is undergoing a metamorphosis, where is its power? Until the battle over its meaning is won, what does it actually mean? Does it exist in a superposition of states, both positive and pejorative? Schrödinger's slut, anyone?