The girl made a wry little face. I don't like beer, Mr. Landon, she said. "It's horrid stuff, even when it's homebrewed!

The R word no doubt still sounds profane to Roger Federer, but I think I am speaking for most fans of the sport when I say: whenever the time does come for him to exit the stage, some serious advance notice would be appreciated.

He ordered an alcoholic beverage.

Thy sustenance […] serving to the appetite of the eater, tempered itself to every man's liking.