Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, Though, I confess, much like the character But out of question, ’tis Maria's hand.

Ancient nomads, wishing to ward off the evening chill and enjoy a meal around a campfire, had to collect wood and then spend time and effort coaxing the heat of friction out from between sticks to kindle a flame. With more settled people, animals were harnessed to capstans or caged in treadmills to turn grist into meal.

This particular admag focused on a married couple who ran a pub in the fictional village of Wembleham, and they would discuss the price and quality of various real consumer products with their customers.

Beauty can turn the rugged face of War / And make him smile upon delightful Peace, / Courting her smoothly like a femalist.