It was an old joke. During our frequent fights he'd always made fun of my work, explaining afterwards that he was just kidding. I was really as unlibrarianly as anyone he knew.

When that roundhouse kick connected with his temple it sent him flying across the room.

He continued in this strain for nearly an hour, mixing up transcendentalism, rationalism, unitarianism, and a number of other isms, so unartistically as to astonish and confound his audience, and give his hearers something to talk about for a week.

Although her lower lip was thin and she used eyebrow pencil a bit smearily, she had a way with clothes.