The Bishop of Chrysopolis, his Majesty's former tutor, consecrated the foundation-stone, which was suspended from two elegant polyspasts; the Emperor himself laid it.

The army was worsted in battle.

The djoundi with the fat red moustache grunts: You heard, shepherd: what are you doing here?

[…]But I don't care, I mean I don't even care. She shouldn't have did that."