Arteneus
He felt like his tailbone had been shattered. The world seemed to rumble and shake each time the driver hit a rock, nearly throwing him around like a ragdoll in the process. He knew there was need for haste, he had told the driver as much, though he would never have imagined that a road could be so infested with rock and stone. Another crash sent him flying in the air. He hit the seat with all his weight, and roared an oath when pain jolted through him. Now he was certain his tailbone was shattered. Gritting his teeth, He leaned out of the window to shout at the man driving the coach:
"Driver! would you please stop hitting the damned rocks? I should very much like to live through this ride, if it's all right with you!"
All he heard for response was a grunt. Shaking his head, he grudgingly sat down and steeled himself for every other crash that would surely come in the long journey ahead.
Oh dear... Well. Collage. Sort of like an assembly of different things to make a display.
For instance, my bookcase is a collage of lot's of different fantasy literature with seemingly no rhyme or reason to the order that they appear. They just make a collage of juicy Fantasy bliss, soothing to fantasy lovers and pleading you to come and read them.
The opposite of Thesis. Something that denounces another form of thesis.