Two minutes passed - five - seven - ten. Poop! Poop! Everyone knew that whistle, and a mighty cheer went up as the Queen's train glided into the station.

Howbeit where the rocks and quarrie grounds are, I take the swart of the earth to be so thin, that no tree of anie greatnesse, other than shrubs and bushes, is able to grow or prosper long therein for want of sufficient moisture wherewith to feed them with fresh humour, or at the leastwise of mould […]

The antifemale violence implicit in such targettings of the sex appeal of the inorganic is made explicit in the everyday identification of fashion victim as zombie, the predead or undead (one of the recurrent signatures both of the serial killer and his victims).

Passers and would-be passers make every effort to be convincing in their chosen gender role […]