All the girls, with the exception of May Callan, were squat, and as the country phrase had it—duck-arsed. They were made for work, for breeding.

Would you like to buy some roses for the little lady?

Still, it is possible, that a man's conscience may be so obdurate, as not to perceive the pravity of mendacity, when exercised for his supposed benefit, while he yet retains a regard for truth when engaged in relating his exploits to others.

The problem is that these demands tend to be more parochial than millenial, much more NIMBY (not in my back yard) than global, and more concerned with financial well-being than ecological health.