Dolores flitted around the car, screaming like a banshee, her face bedizened with fury.

I am present engaged in fishing for tosh in the sewers of Blastburn.

Sunning himself on the board steps, I saw for the first time Mr. Farquhar Fenelon Cooke.[…]A silver snaffle on a heavy leather watch guard which connected the pockets of his corduroy waistcoat, together with a huge gold stirrup in his Ascot tie, sufficiently proclaimed his tastes.

Tradition holds that the Torah was handed down to Moses on Mount Sinai.