She wreaked her anger on his car.

The recapitulation of the developments at Aulis is momentarily interrupted, at the point of Agamemnon's hopeless decision, to evoke a false picture of security in Zeus, and to underscore the enigma of the universal order, while at the same time holding out such make-believe panacaeas as sophrosyne and the like.

The only rig nobody'd recognize is that clunker that Vic drove here in, and he won't take it.

I forbear myself from entering the lists in which he has long stalked alone and unchallenged.