he fancies himself in company with beautiful women; he dreams that he is an emperor, or a bashaw, and that the world is at his nod.

[…] to weare our ſelues & neuer reſt, Untill we reach the ripeſt fruites of all, That perfect bliſſe and ſole felicitie, The ſweet fruition of an earthly crowne.

For other Leptodirini, the contraction of the life cycle is less radical, being intermediate between this extreme and a epigean life cycle.

I'll have to refantasize where you got all this expertise, she said. I had you pegged as the Romeo of some plush, private school.