A vein pulsed purplely in her temple.

Was this place ever a tar-stained stinkhouse like the general's? No, I couldn't believe that any paint, no matter how many coats and how thick, could cover that stench. It seeps, becomes part of the building, redefines its fate.

...as 'tis the principal opponent of that great joint the ancle...

You know and I know that Dr. Tinsley likes a bit of kudosing every now and then. I think it would be well if we seriously considered some kind of honorable mention for him at the Conference.