Aerodynamics, my foot! The thing drives like a billboard.

She treated him indulgently, as if he were a child. He thought he did not mind. But deep below the surface it piqued him.

In sorrow and disgust, you wander over those multitudinous Books: you dwell in endless regions of the superficial, of the nugatory: to your bewildered sense it is as if no insight into the real heart of Friedrich and his affairs were anywhere to be had.

I fancy your new car, but I like my old one just fine.