[…] the joy of the archetypal confectionery is the irregularly-sized, shifting, sugared, soft squishyness that promises more pleasure than could ever be contained in a machine-built, clinically fried ring of dough.

The diaphragmatic spasm of his hiccup caused his epiglottis to painfully stopper his windpipe with a loud hic.

I'll not sing one note! she declared, standing tall, not one single note!

Let us identify, let us incorporate ourselves with the people.