You could viddy it all right, all of it, very clear—tables, the stereo, the lights, the sharps and the malchicks—but it was like some veshch that used to be there but was not there not no more.

Calling Charon a moon, rather than a junior partner in a coalition, is thus stretching the definition of moonhood.

But ma, I really, really want to go to the show!

The house was a big elaborate limestone affair, evidently new. Winter sunshine sparkled on lace-hung casement, on glass marquise, and the burnished bronze foliations of grille and door.