The Temple at Jerusalem preferred Tyrian shekels, since even with Ba'al's portrait they bore highly refined silver.

[H]aving a dinner-party at his rooms to entertain some friends from London, nothing would satisfy Mr. Foker but painting Mr. Buck’s door vermilion, in which freak he was caught by the proctors …

He angrily whopped the book onto the table.

The stress over what went down with Gatz caused her to drop twenty pounds but the weight loss was in all the right places. She was a stunna before but now she's a downright bad chick.