There were vegetable pies and nutburgers, spinach lasagne and stuffed mushrooms simmering over candlelit hot plates.

At's left ſtood ſpruce and gaudy Philauty, / Whoſe thoughts dwelt on a cryſtal book ſhe held / Eternally to her admiring Eye; / In which her fooliſh ſelf ſhe read, and ſmil'd / On her fair Leſſon; though the brittle Glaſs / Admoniſh'd her how vain her Beauty was.

I've pitched pennies and downed bennies

Now that we were so close on Kilimanjaro, summit fever was taking me again.