Betty, who with her Scotch tongue New stews could set to boil ladleless, Sat inhomogenously upon the bus seat. Yes, Friend, inhomogeneous - for within her made rent The hoary statistic of gaseous state and without, On her visage, ruled well-traveled liquid, Fit to meet whose nature it and she chanced Upon the highway. Remaining, isn’t it a safevouched Truth that her length of leg for solids cleared A new land-grant on this sceptered isle? Then my demonstration Its end will take with the accreditation of their unreacting Mutual acknowledgment. By mutual we must take to mean Shared and unforcedly so, and by acknowledgement We must take to mean that some extension of the whole, Which other philosophers have called of late the “part,” The part of another encounters and no conflict arouses. The display now comes, highcoats, and your miserable year, For catch precise by the pupil how sat Her legs come up at the knee and her arms Then undercut. How her head tired itself lays To rest among the limbs’ cradle, and how her Hair disapproves not but joins in the embrace, Offering a veil of patience. Here is the triple point Where coexistence the scarce thing we can assert Lies and all perturbations, waiting in the wings, Like mortal assassins their daggers encloak.