The result is not an image of the natural world in a tapestry but a depiction of nature as a tapestry: a splendid, impenetrable, depthless screen of shivering pixels.

Witches of all ages attended these lively gatherings by flying away on their broomsticks[.]

For kings are clouts that euery man ſhoots at, Our Crowne the pin that thouſands ſeeke to cleaue.

And they don't do pilates, they do yoga, the voiceover man says.