Fifty days later, more or less, the little turtlings hatch, dig their way up through the sand, and make a mad scramble to the sea.

A buttrice, and pincers, a hammer and nail, And apron, and scissars for head and for tail, Whole bridle and saddle, whitleather, and nall, With collars and harness, for thiller and all.

This is a case of supermetaphor called metalepsis by Quintilian and transumptio by Geoffrey of Vinsauf. The images echo one another.

I prefer to use a map and a compass that is in my Jeep. I have made it to all of my clients on time using that method. I feel it would be like a calculator, I can no longer do large mathematical problems in my head due to lack of practice. I am afraid of what would happen if that was the case with GPS systems.