I don’t want to Bowdlerize Shakespeare. “Poor old Alice!” Her brother Roddy came to her and demanded tea, and asked her to state a case. “What is the exact force of a motif?” she asked at random. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. “Why did you lie to that man?” he asked fiercely. He knew it was unnerving, he did it to everyone, even his own kin. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. “The fellow is not such a blackguard, after all.
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