After an hour, the rest of your life might be a wreck but this realm of your universe will be left with only the most versatile collection of favorites, classics and the occasional one-off that forever highlights your endowments, redefines your shape, and puts you in the mood for, well . . .After such a great purge, you can't help but hear a faint “bow-chicka-wow-wow” calling your name.

My life's a maze of seeming traps, A scene of mercies and mishaps; A heap of jarring to and fros, A field of joys, A field of woes.

Then what became of her? Her? Which 'her'? The park is full of 'hers.' The lady with the green feathers in her hat. A big Gainsborough hat. I am quite sure it was Miss Hartuff. Not improbably. I presume she does sometimes take the air. And possibly she may be the happy owner of a Gainsborough hat with green feathers. Don't be frivolous, please. She was in that victoria. Then perhaps she was too impecunious to drive both ways.

Also, fauxtography, coined by bloggers writing about the Israel–Lebanon conflict in summer 2006 to describe both the deceptive modification of pictures by newswire photojournalists and the intentional staging of tragic scenes for propagandistic photos in the media.