But undoubtedly a whale beached incongruously on a clearance site in a mildly tough area of Liverpool, between boozer and bookie, tatty pawnshop and towering council flats.[…]There was a good playgroundful of kids, lapping round the long-suffering leviathan in cursing currents as the word spread that you could get in- or on, or under it at the other end, losing interest as they were shooed off and finding fresh attractions in sliding down the roof of an adjacent school or breaking whisky bottles in front of passing cars.

Overhaul down & hook the cat, haul taut. Walk away the cat. When up, pass the cat head stopper. Hook the fish in & fish the anchor.

Sam's error is to conflate appearance and identity, to presume that a silver coat, black stilettos and red hair signify the person (Allie) he recognises from that collection of signs. Whilst discussing the tacit segregationalism of Allie, a single white female, placing an advertisement specifying that she is 'seeking the same', Lynda Hart comments how she also 'pays an exorbitant price for failing to recognise the terrors of sameness.

Glaucon will play devil's advocate (358c-d, thereby showing himself craftier than Thrasymachus, who is so unsly as to declare himself a wolf, openly, before the sheep; […])