On the other hand the small, individual ones, especially those shaped as fruits, pagodas, cottages etc., though eminently shelfworthy, are very expensive.

It used to be, whenever Frank passed a rival butcher’s window (and later the curved glass of a supermarket meat counter), he would peer in unjealously, looking for the subtleties that spoke of talent with a knife. Were their fillets shapely?

What did she want with money, except now and then for a drain of white satin.

I ain’t swole enough, brah. I gotta work out in the gym more.