“Poor Elizabeth,” he had teased gently, “smiling politely at all your admirers in the ballroom and secretly nursing two feetful of blisters."

His voice was as stern and his face as acid as ever.

[…] and that the English should eat peaches in May, and green pease in October, sounds to Italian ears as a miracle; they comfort themselves, however, by saying that they must be very insipid, while we know that fruits forced by strong fire are at least many of them higher in flavour than those produced by sun […]

In Toronto, we have underserviced neighbourhoods, subsidized routes into the city's fringes, and unreliable service in the core.