In 1969, one of the wire spoolers goes nutso, breaks off its mooring, the wire lashing about like a horse's tail trying to chase away a fly.

He's in a bad mood today, so you might want to tread lightly if you talk to him.

...works that use these postmodern devices have little or no political content or motivation — they are merely striking a hiply ironic, postmodern pose.

From these delusions to those still more fashionable deceptions, practised by the whole tribe of magnetisers, the transition is very natural.