Lost beneath her abundant flesh was a vestigial skeleton which floated disconnected and unmoving in a gelatinous sea. Her bioneered organs were swollen to immense proportions and hundreds of liters of blood pumped through her extensive circulatory system.

And the manscape is our realm, our spatial destiny where we must act and respond, where for our lifetime we must be who we will be.

Worse yet, the right-hand rule does not work for all mazes.

He saw them through no aberrating mist of tenderness or expediency—but with the single directness of the man of action.