This world I do renounce, and in your sights / Shake patiently my great affliction off.

With the setting sun sending long shadows loping ahead of them over the smooth hillocks of the downs, they came up with the lagoon; a contentful return home, with appetite brisked up by a ten-mile walk, and plenty of food to satisfy it.

Witnessing these former butches strut around, super male. Flat chests, muscular arms; deep voices. Some had the money to get upper surgery.

We see young men who owe us a new world, so readily and lavishly they promise, but they never acquit the debt; they die young and dodge the account: or if they live, they lose themselves in the crowd.