When that roundhouse kick connected with his temple it sent him flying across the room.

Although her lower lip was thin and she used eyebrow pencil a bit smearily, she had a way with clothes.

He continued in this strain for nearly an hour, mixing up transcendentalism, rationalism, unitarianism, and a number of other isms, so unartistically as to astonish and confound his audience, and give his hearers something to talk about for a week.

It was an old joke. During our frequent fights he'd always made fun of my work, explaining afterwards that he was just kidding. I was really as unlibrarianly as anyone he knew.