guerrilla gardening

[…]and the soul of every man / Prophetically doth forethink thy fall.

It was easy enough to leave off drinking sugar in her tea, but it was difficult to leave off materials constructed of cotton, and Miss Congreve was driven to the verge of Adamitism.

“Pugh!” she said. “You are disgusting! Go into the chapel now and say a confiteor each for your sin.”