VLADIMIR: Together again at last! We'll have to celebrate this. But how? (He reflects.) Get up till I embrace you.

I had an aunt who used to stand on her spongebag in a cupboard under the stairs during bad storms and very much admired her combination of scientific knowledge with strong common sense.[…]So in future I hope to have the moral courage to act as instinctively as a fish and as wisely as an aunt, merely substituting gumboots, as being a shade more manly than spongebags.

a string of shells or beads

His son shall make to his innative port