And behind Spenser's poem is a further implication: that in the timeless realm beyond history, in which all things shall one day be upfolded, the imagined and the real will become one, the crooked images be absorbed into their archetypes.

The last destination was by road to Poro, a subdistrict with another, larger, more modern cacao fermentary, and a nursery where didimen raised cacao, citrus and other plants to supply local farmers.

Perot was witty and comfortable in his own skin, which I thought would reassure his supporters and perhaps sway some of the undecided voters.

Can you not choose a process more pleasant to the world at large, if you must thus “baconize” your bodies?