The mother gave way to her crying child.

Appealing to specific instances of metaphor to illustrate meaning in a gesturelike manner only results in vacuous circularity […]

In March a most astounding postulant arrived (for even among nuns there can be degrees of astoundingness), a young girl named Elizabeth Boyle, who, though of an Irish name, was of an English family and was a convert from Episcopalianism.

Having gone in a lot for boxing from his earliest years, he had the cauliflower ear of which I had spoken to Aunt Dahlia and in addition to this a nose which some hidden hand had knocked slightly out of the straight.