In this way, you could liken mundania unto a sea, whose tides lap onto the beach of fandom. Each flow brings its quota of bright, bubbling neos--still tainted with mundania. Each ebb leaves a hardcore of driftwood, stranded forever in fandom.

the regent powers

But undoubtedly a whale beached incongruously on a clearance site in a mildly tough area of Liverpool, between boozer and bookie, tatty pawnshop and towering council flats.[…]There was a good playgroundful of kids, lapping round the long-suffering leviathan in cursing currents as the word spread that you could get in- or on, or under it at the other end, losing interest as they were shooed off and finding fresh attractions in sliding down the roof of an adjacent school or breaking whisky bottles in front of passing cars.

that which gladded all the warrior train