In the name of all things sacred, please stop that screaming!

“A tight little craft,” was Austin’s invariable comment on the matron;[…]. ¶ Near her wandered her husband, orientally bland, invariably affable, and from time to time squinting sideways, as usual, in the ever-renewed expectation that he might catch a glimpse of his stiff, retroussé moustache.

Although both the facies mentioned above may have formed in paleodeserts, the metallic minerals and the petroleum were introduced subsequently, after burial and during diagenesis.

With claspers and tendrils, they [plants] catch hold, […] and so ramping upon trees, […] they mount up to a great height.