From this trunk, like a tower, rose an enormous tenfold ramification, the branches of which crossed and intercrossed, and forked and developed, […]

A “wokelash”, I called it, a backlash designed to denounce Friends’s ageing values. I was scathing about this wokelash at first: all those youngsters raising their voices in condemnation, so confident that the things they thought and said, felt and believed wouldn't seem preposterously outdated 25 years hence too… but then I realised you only judge a cultural property by today's values if it is still relevant according to today’s standards and habits.

And up the cave there came one clad in purple, and before him and behind him came minstrels and fair maidens, chanting a wedding song.

If it doesn't suit will you let Mrs. Langdon, the editress know by lunch-time today?