[…] There's so much gorgeous manmeat at Princeton. What about Tim? Now that's the kind of sperminator I went after in college. Big hunky wrestler guy."

Individual churches had their own patron saints, and strong territorial associations could give hagiolatry an almost totemic character […].

She knew not how such an offence as hers might be classed by the laws of worldly politeness, to what a degree of unforgivingness it might with propriety lead, nor to what rigours of rudeness in return it might justly make her amenable.

My worthy arch and patron comes to-night.