The Temple at Jerusalem preferred Tyrian shekels, since even with Ba'al's portrait they bore highly refined silver.

He angrily whopped the book onto the table.

[H]aving a dinner-party at his rooms to entertain some friends from London, nothing would satisfy Mr. Foker but painting Mr. Buck’s door vermilion, in which freak he was caught by the proctors …

The stress over what went down with Gatz caused her to drop twenty pounds but the weight loss was in all the right places. She was a stunna before but now she's a downright bad chick.