[…] this stretch of the shore is still filthy with trash; high-school gangs still daub huge scandalous words on its beach-wall, and seashells are still less easy to find here than discarded rubbers.

I know this was during coon hunting season so it must have been sometime in December. It was cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.

Whilest she her selfe thus busily did frame Seemely to entertaine her new-come guest, Newes hereof to her other sisters came, Who all this while were at their wanton rest, Accourting each her frend with lavish fest

Shew! fly, don't bother me, Shew! fly, don't bother me, Shew! fly, don't bother me, I belong to comp'ny G.