It has for some time now been the fashion to say that we are in a morass, and to attempt to get out of the morass by attacking Romanticism; and I am going to do this too.
[Iris Murdoch]

[Lucy]: Mommy, tan I have a ice cube?
[Naomi]: Beez.
[Lucy]: Mommy, tan I have a ice cube pweez?
[Naomi, finger on lips]: Sssss.
[Both, with feeling]: NANANANANA BOO BOO!