“Naturally, this game can take some time but we've got plenty of that. Are you ready! We shouted in unison,Yes! “Okey dokey, smokey.

And then there was young Tom's wife Mag née Sharpe aged forty-one years, greatly handicapped in her house and outdoor activity by subepileptic seizures of monthly incidence, during which she rolled foaming on the floor, or on the yard, or on the vegetable patch, or on the river's brim, and seldom failed to damage herself in one way or another, […]

The first implies an ethics of sufficiency and cooperation which undercut the capitalist values of individualism and crass materialism that are of little use when it comes to considering alternatives to the polycrises we now face.

Benumbed by the sun's Septemberly cool deceit, A bee drags its wings through the towering grass; Revived once more by a merciful breath, Westward it hastily flies.