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For sitting and lying softness and cleanliness are relevant factors. Sometimes paper, cardboard or cloth is used when sitting or lying on the ground, a dirty bench, etc. Sitting or lying in the grass or on a sandy beach is comfortably soft. For sleeping and sexual activities one often lies. For most activities which doesn't involve moving, sitting is usually preferred, e.g. reading, watching TV, using a computer; this also applies for moving in a vehicle. Standing and squatting is mainly done when there are not enough seats, e.g. in a public transport vehicle, a train station, a bus stop, a waiting room; whether people will sit anyway depends on the availabilty of other places to sit (including enough space on the floor), how inventive one is, how conventional, how dirty these places are, how dirty one is willing to become, and whether paper etc. is available to sit on (these things also apply when there are seats, but dirty). Availability of seats is sometimes somewhat subjective, e.g. whether an additional person fits on a bench. This depends also on shyness and feelings about proximity. Standing in a moving vehicle is less stable than sitting and usually requires holding on to something to absorb accelerations (going faster and slower and making turns); for this poles and/or handles are often fitted. Sqatting is hardly possible, it is too unstable. See also Criss cross applesauce, Ergonomics, Lodging. A boy.html">boy! A boy who never saw me! One
dreadful thing.html">thing to be a princess: they just marry you to anyone
whichever of his sons he thinks will suit. And then I shall be an
made war on everybody. And I shall have to pretend that everybody
nice woman.
ERMYNTRUDE. Your Highness is provided for. I'm not.
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perhaps to the man.
THE PRINCESS. It's too dreadful to think of. I wonder you can be
you know more about men than you should.
ERMYNTRUDE. I am a widow, Your Highness.
THE PRINCESS [overwhelmed]. Oh, I BEG your pardon. Of course I
were not married. That makes it all right, doesn't it? I'm so
of the Inca of Perusalem.
THE PRINCESS [rising distractedly]. Oh, I can't, really. Oh, what
Captain Duval.
ERMYNTRUDE. Duval! Nonsense! The usual thing. It is the Inca
I'm not properly dressed to receive him; and he is so particular:
tomorrow: say I'm ill in bed. I can't: I won't: I daren't: you
capable of tackling ten Incas if necessary. I will arrange the
then show Captain Duval in here.
THE PRINCESS. Oh, thank you so much. [She goes to the door.
table, runs after her with them.] Oh, THANK you. And oh, please,
doesn't shave, with soft hair and a beard. I couldn't bear being
she passes. He follows her.]
Ermyntrude whips off her waterproof; hides it; and gets herself
a large jewel case in his hand, returns, ushering in the Inca.
THE MANAGER. Captain Duval.
The Inca, in military uniform, advances with a marked. All is still licensed under the GNU FDL.
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