“The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about,
Thrice to thine and thrice to mine,
And thrice again to make up nine.
Peace, the charm's wound up.”
Seriously, you’ve really lost it, Lori, what he would have called an antic disposition. Some poor woman losing it at the airport and exposing herself, is hardly a shining example of feminism. But I like the idea of witchcraft… just as long as you don’t end up well done at the stake, these days.