At's left ſtood ſpruce and gaudy Philauty, / Whoſe thoughts dwelt on a cryſtal book ſhe held / Eternally to her admiring Eye; / In which her fooliſh ſelf ſhe read, and ſmil'd / On her fair Leſſon; though the brittle Glaſs / Admoniſh'd her how vain her Beauty was.

There were vegetable pies and nutburgers, spinach lasagne and stuffed mushrooms simmering over candlelit hot plates.

I've pitched pennies and downed bennies

Now that we were so close on Kilimanjaro, summit fever was taking me again.