These ideas became, almost immediately, a commonplace in the celebrations of English that continue to excite matrilingual sentiments.

I thought I saw him leer in an ugly way at me while the decanters were going round, but as there was no love lost between us, that might easily be.

It is instructive to compare the Thersitean critique of communal identity with the narratives of an emergent English nationalism.

The paternity of A and the filiety of B are not two facts, but two modes of expressing the same fact.