On the door-threshold Mina turned, and her eyes fastened on Woona in concentrated malignity.

Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. You will become sallow, and hollow-cheeked, and dull-eyed.

‘Hooroo! Hooroo! Hooroo!’ she shouted, tossing handfuls of instant confetti over their happy heads.

Imagine you have driven past a restaurant and thought to yourself, 'That would be a nice place to take the missus for an evening out,' and in no time at all you have found yourself flicking through the Yellow Pages in search of the phonenumber.