I sing the song of the great clean guns that belch forth death at will. Ah, but the wailing mothers, the lifeless forms and still!

In the great myths, the adventures are external, even when they involve such metaphorical spelunkings as the voyage into the underworld.

Orion hit a rabbit once; but though sore wounded it got to the bury, and, struggling in, the arrow caught the side of the hole and was drawn out. Indeed, a nail filed sharp is not of much avail as an arrowhead; you must have it barbed, and that was a little beyond our skill.

For quotations using this term, see Citations:palaeoaeolian.