[T]hat spelling, but not the pronunciation, supplies our own name for the letter: “ce” or “cee.”

A mountaineer can tread firm upon a precipice and walk erect without tottering along the path, that winds itself about the craggy cliff, on which he has his dwelling; whilst the inhabitant of the valley travels with affright and danger over the giddy pass […]

Lovers dallied upon divans spread with sables.

Most restaurants and caféterias will offer a broadly similar menu of Polish standards, kicking off with a solid repertoire of soups.