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That the whole scene—the Japanese lanterns hanging in the eucalyptus trees, our pink-tinged cosmopolitans, the convenient tuffet, and Sontag’s operatic outburst—could also be described as camp of fairly high order, seems lost on the party’s still-incensed guest of honor.

(Terry Castle, ‘Some notes on “Notes on camp”’, in The Scandal of Susan Sontag)