On the other hand the small, individual ones, especially those shaped as fruits, pagodas, cottages etc., though eminently shelfworthy, are very expensive.

What did she want with money, except now and then for a drain of white satin.

It used to be, whenever Frank passed a rival butcher’s window (and later the curved glass of a supermarket meat counter), he would peer in unjealously, looking for the subtleties that spoke of talent with a knife. Were their fillets shapely?

I ain’t swole enough, brah. I gotta work out in the gym more.