As for the rape, well, Dr. Finch did seem like a pretty horny old fat man. I thought back to his masturbatorium, his many “wives.”

Mrs. Winnie had kindly sent her limousine car for them, and it stood throbbing in front of the hotel-entrance, its acetylenes streaming far up the street.

He asked what I was talking to Sam about. I told him it was none of his business.

On the other hand, Ceribašić shows the persistence of “ancient”, “domestic” and “peasantly” as potential bearers of national identity.