Foker discharged a prodigious bouquet at her, and even Smirke made a feeble shy with a rose, and blushed dreadfully when it fell into the pit

She kicked off her silver ballet flats and stretched out her toes like a cat.

I never knew you, Christopher Okigbo, / I saw you when an actor screamed The tribes! / The Tribes! I catch / the guttering, flare-lit / faces of Ibos, / stuttering, bug-eyed / prisoners of some drumhead tribunal.

He′s had a good trot, but his luck will end soon.