Slowly and mechanically, without really seeing anything, I leafed through the pages of a big fat silky ladymag.

I'm really busy today! —Ditto!

Sloan had made a pig of himself with the caviar, accompanied by multiple shots of vodka, which had also been my poison for the evening in the spirit of welcoming 2011.

I am Vice-chancellor, as perhaps you know, and must therefore regard matters in a Vice-cancellarian way.