‘But still,’ he said to himself, drawing the metamorphoses of a red admiral, egg, caterpillar, chrysalis and imago on his pad, ‘what shall I say to him when we meet?’

If we suppose that everyone will try to follow some set of rules, some possible rules would be optimific in the sense that, if these are the rules that everyone tries to follow, things would go best.

“I want uppy," he whined. The boat sped up my throat and I caught it in a weedy thrash of my hair. He whined and I played. More and more terrifically I played, making great splashes and bubbly creations.

...Expressions for the whole Climax of sensibility...