This distinguishes his position from that of rule-utilitarians like Brandt, with whom Hare otherwise largely agrees, and makes Hare an actarian in my sense rather than a genarian.

Al to symple is my tonge to pronounce, As ministre of my wit, the doublenesse Of this chanoun, roote of alle cursednesse! He semed freendly to hem that knewe hym noght, But he was feendly bothe in werk and thoght.

My eyes burn from sleep unslept and from tears unshed. I long for oblivion. I am impossibly tired.

Up and down the wooden stairs of the house in Cambridge large balls of dust and dog hair bounced. Toby wondered whether John Lambert III, if he'd stuck around, would have hoovered. The hoover stopped and the man wound in the cord, admiring his handiwork. The silence pounded against Toby's eardrums. It seemed that real men hoovered.