She was my affair, but for me she was everything.

Joan, who was wearing nothing but rag-bag clothes, had a lumpy, broken nose above a brandy-glass chin, an extremely high forehead and, in spite of the fact that she was only in her early thirties or so, a radical case of fallen eyelids, which, ptychotically ugly, to use one of your big words, E², not only ruined anything like prettiness in her but made her seem older and sadly misendowed her with a perpetual scowl, the angry look of a flammulated owl.

Tasks needed to complete Crossrail: … Trial run the Class 345s over many thousands of miles on the completed railway to shake out any problems and ensure the highest levels of safety and reliability when passenger service begins.

Beauty is naught to him, because there are lips more honey-sweet; and wealth is naught, because others can weigh him down with heavier shekels; and fame is naught, because there have been greater men than he.