Though unusual in the Dublin area he knew that it was not by any means unknown for desperadoes who had next to nothing to live on to be abroad waylaying and generally terrorising peaceable pedestrians by placing a pistol at their head in some secluded spot outside the city proper[…].

The wet dust found at the bottom of Lilith's lunar Red Sea is menstrual blood, simply, or, in the designation of the new theology, filth. Lilith, in short, is an unsuitable wife for Adam because she menstruates.

Confound it, man! You're being a bloody fool. Drop that pistol and come out with my dispatch box. I'll see that you get a fair trial.

London: The Egoist Press, p. 252, — So sad to look at his face, Miss Douce condoled.