…the cleric’s name, Cynewulf, becomes in sequence torch, bow, necessity, horse, happiness, man, sea, wealth. His signature was a cryptogram, one of those ænigmata so congenial to the Anglo-Saxon imagination. The works where the runes are inserted are all of a homiletic nature…

In one example, she describes an advertisement depictin a nude female torso in profile. Wegenstein suggests that in this particular advertisement, the breasts overcode the body in a way that the face previously had reign.

“If you'd carry a camera around your neck and walk fifty feet ahead of me, nobody would know we were together.” “Faw,” he said. “And tush.”

Here we all know the common water mole was transferred into the duck-billed platypus, and in some distant emulation of this degeneration, I suppose we are to be favoured with a bunyip aristocracy.