I dropped a perfume bottle on the floor and now the house smells like a tart's handbag.

Here in Macedonia I learned that honey is not so successful as one believes, that no bee ever realizes its full intention, and that the perfumer is a clumsy bungler who never cracks the fragile crib he covets, by approaching a town built in the Turkish manner, with a multitude of little gardens, at a time when the sun had been working for many hours on the acacia trees.

He used his business experience as a bootstrap to win voters.

In the dressing room, the smiling attendant helped her into the longline corset with its built-in bra.