I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to. It’s not like I’m obligated to make any compromises, which is a wonderful thing. I probably sound a little gloaty to say that, or a little boastful, but it’s significant.

Our dandy, as we are informed, is also a great favourite among the ladies — goes to parties, balls, and concerts — knows semibreve from a demisemiquaver, and can thrump a piano considerably.

A crystalline spectrum maps the æsthetic value of all stylistic paragons – from isometric order in classicism to triclinic disorder in modernism: the hexakisoctahedron being most symmetric of all the crystal habits, its thirteen rotary axes & nine reflexive planes, for its four dozen facets, rigidest rhyme scheme – an ideal form driving insane every scientific monk who inhabits its polyhedral cathedrals, almost every organism a bilateral construction divided against itself, almost every organism a bilateral construction divided against itself, almost every particle a planet spinning two times for every sunset.

c. 1607–1608, William Shakeſpeare, The Late, And much admired Play, Called Pericles, Prince of Tyre.[…], London: Imprinted at London for Henry Goſſon, […], published 1609, OCLC 78596089, [https://archive.org/details/latemuchadmiredp00shak/ [Act 13, scene what ſhipping, and what ladings in our hauen,]]: