Of course I know that gnomes do not exist; neither could I have believed that the Bamileke people were real until I saw them working in the fields, scuttering down the roads under colossal burdens, so pattersome and twinklefoot are they.

Then there are those in-betweeny spring and autumn days when you're in two minds about what the “real-feel” temperature is — and no matter what you wear, it always seems to be the wrong thing.

Because, really, who would like the fat girl? Sebastian said I was crazy for thinking that.

Hence, the infiltration in Fig. 4a could be allocated by the histogram intersection to the periostal region.