It strikes me that quite three-fourths of the shops of Inverness are devoted to the sale of articles of Highland costume. Their fronts are hidden by hangings of tartan cloth; the windows are decked with sporrans, dirks, cairngorm plaid-brooches, ram's head snuff[-]boxes, bullocks' horns and skean dhus.

Ron continued to chunter under his breath all the way down the street.

Admires Diana Ross so much he had six nosejobs and four skin grafts to look like her.

[…] an adjustment of the income tax could easily produce the twenty millions without hardshipping any industrious person in the community […]