The august tribunal of the skies, where no prevarication shall avail.

He opened the door and was greeted by a cloud of bats.

He gave me an unconvincing explanation of the fault, but I have my doubts.

The District seems complacently salubrious. It is green on the Tube map, an inoffensive colour. It has not one but two bridge crossings of the Thames, which seems greedy when you think that no other [underground] line has even one.