«Let Greeks be Greeks, and Women what they are.» Anne Bradstreet, first anglophone poet of the americas, better-published than Shakspear in her day; which was his, too, roughly speaking. Her husband Simon, whose name she bore in specific weight of the patriarchal logic of zevgari, was the last director of the Massatwoshits Bay Colony before it submitted to a long string of crown-imposed governors in 1684. He worked clerically at Anne Hutchinson's 1637 banishment trial, hollowing himself into appropriate absence as amanuensis to take dictation from one of the best minds of seventeenth-century New Angelund; a mind which, with its body, subsequently went south to unanxiously annihilate itself in the anger of the ill-dealt Mahicans of Pelham Bay, Dutch Bronx.