With a Q-tip, Dr. Rubin probes each part of the vulva for pain, pointing out the labia minora, labia majora and vaginal opening as her patient follows along. Then, she checks under the clitoral hood for adhesions or other skin conditions.

Henry Vaughan's charming Upon a Cloke Lent Him by Mr. J. Ridsley, […] has been variously described as a macabre performance, phantasmagoric dream, or Democritean jest, but not to my knowledge as an anti-ode without strophe or antistrophe whose subject is an object, or, rather, the subject suffering under the cross of the object – that which must be borne – whose slate-like identity is defined and literally drawn upon (character'd) by the objectivity of the borrowed garment, a textile-message that is heavy enough in its cacoethic weave to read as a versified psychoanalytic narrative.

She kept the dates written down in her Latin 'pony', so she didn't have to bother about who it was.

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; / It rains, and the wind is never weary; / The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, / But at every gust the dead leaves fall, / And the day is dark and dreary.