Phil, with his musefully mordant views of life, views he invariably expressed with not-a-consonant-wasted economy, could always make me laugh, even during moments that by all rights should make us shudder.

They imagined themselves as the antithesis of the sheep, and as such the sheep remains as a pervasive trope against which Québécois-ness is defined and expressed.

[…] Waterman, says I, what are you doing? what did you ship a Sea? ay, says the Waterman, and a great one too; why it blows a Frett of Wind;

Kabutri, in the meanwhile, had kneaded some atta and rolled out a few real rotis.