[…] while the adversary on his right will repeatedly bury in the discard the very tiles he wishes to chow but can't.

Papa did the best thing he could do under the circumstances: he got up and left us, and as he rose, Lilian put her thumb to her nose, and “took a sight” at him, much to my inward disgust, […]

The Indians have a kind of Crocodile in Ganges, which hath a horn growing out of his nose like a Rhinocerot

The embodiment of the no-compromise style the public disdains, Bachmann seems congenitally incapable of such a move unless it's a reverse Sister Souljah moment, where she castigates her party for being insufficiently beholden to its base.