Curses! Indeed, ‘twas I that behaved cutely—thou hast caught me in thy trammels! now my cuteness is discovered to all the world! O pitiable case, that men shall see me in the light and behold my cuteness. Not to be borne! And yet I must bear—my cutieful nature upon me in every limb, it billows abroad like Etna’s wind-wafted cinders! Woe to me, that ever I was born cute!