Anyway, here I was on this park bench with a French loaf, some cheese and a large bottle of beer trying to figure out how I was going to open the bottle without a ‘tirer-bouchon’, pardon my francais.

The Romantic movement […] struggled for ‘art for art’s sake’ against the old moralism and didacticism […]

Joe Ross: Dog my cats indeed — David Mamet, The Spanish Prisoner, 1997

Similar considerations apply, mutatis mutandis, to the example of nightmare imagined by Brown.