... farther than could have been supposed — suddenly let go, and, having passed out of the city, we found ourselves gliding through a landscape of surpassing loveliness which gave no hint of the nearness of the octopodian monster.

As wither'd Weed through cruel Winter's Tine

I like to have scones with jam and clotted cream for afternoon tea.

Well, a body is bound to admit that for just a modest little one-line ad., it's a corker.