How’ve you been, you crazy motherfucker?

He played a lazy tune that sinuated from C sharp down to G natural and back again. Astonishing that he could flute so lazy a cantilena while chasing nymphs.

Even skeptics of the policy acknowledge that the Army conducted an exemplary insourcing program that successfully counteracted the Comptroller's budget ...

The following day Nigel apologized for what he described as an unhappy domestic interlude. “Marietta tells me that you are going to come over every day until . . . I cross the Styx.” I heard him chuckle. “Jolly nice of you, old boy.”