The three bored, interchangeable booth babes winked and flirted vapidly; he had already forgotten their names.

My Muse may not affect night-charming spels, whose force effects th’ Olympicke vault to quake, Nor call those grysly Goblins from their Cels, the euer-damned frye of Limbo lake.

’Children crawled over each other like little grey worms in the gutters,’ he said. ‘The only red things about them were their buttocks and they were raw. Their faces looked as if snails had slimed on them and their mothers were like great sick beasts whose byres had never been cleared. […]’

In the newer and broader field the facts of both the animal and the plant record must constitute a well‐founded palæobiology.