One can consult compendial monographs for further information.

But what of your wabs? After all, it's not like it's any easier to think of something to call your breasts. They sit on your ribcage, from the age of 13 onwards, and yet there's scarcely a word you can refer to them with that isn't going to make either you, or someone else, uncomfortable.

That every thing has a real constitution, whereby it is what it is, and on which its sensible qualities depend, is past doubt.

The toothpaste squirted from the tube.