Undisciplinary theory must be wary of McLuhan's indisciplinarity.

D. Attenborough, Life in Cold Blood 252

I min' when they were jist auld sort o' ruckly boxes, awfu' licht, ye ken, upon the springs, and just went dodderin' alang, the body swingin' to and fro, as if it would flee richt oot.

I’m an Antarctican; I can sleep on the ground.