At the folk games reenactment, the announcer pointed to a faded banner that proclaimed more sacks on the mill as the crowd cheered.

When the corrupt official was finally exposed, the townspeople nodded and repeated, 'the mills of the gods grind slowly,' to comfort those who had suffered.

After the project failed, he kept telling himself the mill cannot grind with water that is past.

Whenever negotiations get tough, she shrugs and mutters every miller draws water to his own mill, reminding us that people mostly look after their own interests.