She had said to him: ‘Oh…a little caviare! A peach!’ a long time before, with the vague under-feeling that the names of such comestibles must convey to her person a charm in the eyes of Caliban.

‘From their shoulders sprang a hundred invincible arms and above these powerful limbs rose fifty heads attached to their backs. For this reason they were called the Hecatoncheires or Centimanes,’ as we are reliably told.

I didn't know how to break the news to her that her best friend had been in a car accident.

He asked me to go to the cinema with him, but I think I'll pass.