Then he slapped both women, in turn. Whores. Christing, bloody, bleeding whores! he muttered.

Sententialism does not entail that only verbal creatures can enjoy a mental language. Neither does it presuppose that an intelligent creature's language of thought must be its language of communication, […]

May I be damned in heaven and hell, I'm looking for that drunken parandero, that tramp, my capataz.

Put … a gun to my head to name the domaine, I would blurt out la Romanée-Conti, for the spicy cassis and black cherry alone.