Lady Selina smells at her vinaigrette, and replies in her softest, affectedest, civilest, and crushingest manner— Poor—DEAR—OLD MAN!

When the hypothetical Gore nephew look-alike Mr. Boston awkwardly tried to cut in on her conversation with the tough-looking Chance, Mr. Boston seemed to have blown it, especially as he spouted nervous nerdisms like “You need Ritalin” in response to Chance’s practiced baiting.

[…] Eric stepped in front of Shala, unaware that he was blocking her view. […] “Let me see,” Shala demanded, trying to peer around him.

The ensembled individualism of Africa extends beyond the concept as discussed by Sampson (1988).