The more I learned about transkids, the more I grilled you, every day. I'm ashamed of my relentlessness, but I had to know. “Why do you want to be a boy?” “I don't know.”

Half the populace are idle, / Half are busy in a room; / All are gravebound from the cradle, / All are hotfoot for their doom.

Was he not Rajah Hassim and was not the other a man of strong heart, of strong arm, of proud courage, a man great enough to protect highborn princes?

On the strength of having a good time in one's teens, one foresentences one's manhood to derision at an early age: and to a life-long subjection to women and younger exoletes.