Miss Squeers made no more direct reply than surveying her former friend from top to toe, and elevating her nose in the air with ineffable disdain. But some indistinct allusions to a ‘puss,’ and a ‘minx,’ and a ‘contemptible creature,’ escaped her; and this, together with a severe biting of the lips, great difficulty in swallowing, and very frequent comings and goings of breath, seemed to imply that feelings were swelling in Miss Squeers’s bosom too great for utterance.

I guess it's like race cars - if you get the right line you can come out at top speed.

wood shavings

2008, Ricardo SIGNES, dear lazyweb: hashref instead of objects (on newsgroup perl.moose)