We'd go to the Downbeat Club, on Fifty-second Street, and I'd be so underfoot that Billie couldn't miss me.

Laurette says he is a really sick person to care more about some globs of frozen cow juice than a young girl's self-esteem.

'Do you think, sir,' said Mr Willet, […] 'do you think, sir, that I'm a born fool?' 'No, no, Johnny,' returned Solomon, looking round upon the little circle of which he formed a part: 'We all know better than that.'

Pop sociology such as Liz Hodgkinson's Bodyshock patronized, cisplained and titillated.