Throw the first sheet unfolded. Throw the second scrumpled up into a ball. And throw the third after you have folded it into a paper airplane.

Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical; these summer-flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation:

muddle up the letters in the word, and try to make new ones.

However, woebetide the male who takes that downward step into femininity.