Under his breath, he muttered, “minimal as their Elfism might be.” He raised his voice. “No, it was Half-elves, Zuebotschniks, little known to the Empire at the time. Actually, the Half-elves would think it's 'indecent.' […]"

I finally persuaded the landlord to tear up the lease and move to a month-by-month rental.

Among the crooked Lanes, on every Hedge, / The Glow-Worm lights his Gem […].

He stopped a few feet from her, probably because he'd have to crick his neck to glare at her and that would just be embarrassing for him. “Dealing with garbage suits you.”