More dear […] than younglings to their dam.

Critics admire his power and restraint; Grobanites, as they're called, like the way their hearts slow-motion explode into pink butterfly candy confetti when he sings to them.

Only a few year ago, a beauty equipped for conquest was a heterogeneous combination of incoherent forms, which nature could never have united in one animal, nor art blended in one composition : it consisted of a head, disguised so as to resemble that of no living creature, placed upon an inverted cone, the point of which rested upon the centre of the curve of a semieliptic base, more than three times the diametre of its own.

The cry goes that you shall marry her.