Dr. Brimacombe firmly believed that just because she was a radfem, there was no need to dress in drab. She was frilly and feminine in the peachy-pinky, frou-frou frock and matching heels recommended by her fashion consultant.

Food, real food, not nut cutlets then, and not too many women, as a consequence, of this highly individualistic life style. The idea of being a yoghurt knitter had no appeal.

I'm not asking you to drink it.'Ha!' said Mr. Bandparts, reverting to normal baritonality, `you de well. It would be poured over your head as a just reprisal.'

To preach liberalism to a population jesuitised by education, is to press the pleasures of dancing upon a man who has lost a leg.