the mellifluous pleonast had done oiling his paradox with fresh polysyllables

“Uhh, Georgetown is not around the corner, but I feel cupcakes do be bussin.” “Yoooo, that's what I'm saying. Especially that maple creme and bacon one […] ”

Turner looked assured, picking out his men at the lineouts, while Redpath was seeing plenty of the ball and also looked the part as the Scots probed for opening.

A clown, Grantley Dixon, a perfervid parrot, with his militant slogans and second-hand attitudes: like all coffee-house radicals a screaming snob at heart.