Assumption is one dreadful and incurable disease, which sticks to the soul and wiggles across the skin.

Pure wisdom is the 'fruit of life' banal platitudes are the 'bane of existence'.

Elizabeth called it my mane of hair; I called it my bane of hair. However, it was far worse looking when it was short, sticking straight up or out at awkward angles; at least when it was long it almost obeyed gravity.