[T]he figs of the Enſete are not eatable; they are of a tender, ſoft ſubstance; watery, taſteleſs, and in colour and conſiſtence ſimilar to a rotten apricot; they are of a conical form, crooked a little at the lower end, about an inch and a half in length, and an inch in breadth where thickeſt.

She probably had a hand-knit sweater from Ireland bearing a three-digit price tag. At one time the wool had embraced her body, flattered her breasts, and made her look downright boneable, but right now it hung on her like a thrift-shop find.

[H]er leaves, my darling dearest, sinsinsinning since the night of time and each and all of their branches meeting and shaking twisty hands all over again in their new world through the germination of its germination from Ond's outset till Odd's end. And encircle him circuly. Evovae! Either a nonce use of the word as an interjection, or a misconception that it is an exclamation of joy or triumph: compare the 1886 quotation.]

Take the smallest Cucumbers you can get, and as free from Spots as possible, put them into a strong Salt and Water for nine or ten Days, or 'till they are quite Yellow, and stir them twice a Day at least, or they will scum over, and grow soft