What causes them to labour at pianoforte sonatas, and to learn four songs from a fashionable master at a guinea a lesson, and to play the harp if they have handsome arms and neat elbows, and to wear Lincoln Green toxophilite hats and feathers, but that they may bring down some "desirable" young man with those killing bows and arrows of theirs?

Bidding my self-proclaimed toxophilite stature a humble goodbye, I decided to get my hands on (not the controllers) and learn this noble sport that I had been quite keen on trying.