[…] only the holy can stand the joys of that bedlam.

After the second lap he was already out of wind.

Well, she schlumphed her Vera down the screech at a rate of knots, zhooshed up the riah, checked the slap in the mirror behind the bar, straightened up one ogle fake riah that had come adrift, and bold as brass orderlied over as fast as she could manage in those bats and, in her best lips, asked, if she could parker the omi a bevvy.

Ocularly classifying trees into broad diameter groups