But Mrs Strain ducked and dodged and weaved, keeping the bucket steady between her feet and managing to give the two or three cats running about the place a skoosh of milk straight from the udder into their mouth.

There could be an extended crab market: the index stays pretty much flat for long enough that the fundamentals eventually catch up. It has happened before.

They skidded around the corner and accelerated up the street.

[H]er vision of Sant'Agnese resembles the beautiful Neoplatonist concept of the world soul as a great boat, in which every individual is a member of the crew who rows it through the cosmos for the space of existence, and then merges back into its fabric.