So Jane left her current book lying open this morning, and I glanced at it. It was some kind of historical romance, I don’t know who by, and one particularly line struck me with ghastly force:

Her nape experienced primitive sensations.

Jane tells me that the character whose nape this was had just been kidnapped, and I suppose some primitive sensations are not inappropriate in such circumstances. I imagine it might also encourage one to move one’s limbs through a variety of primitive evolutions, and perhaps to motivate one’s lungs through a series of primitive ululations.

It might even make your hackles rise.