All, save I, were at rest or in enjoyment; I, like the arch fiend, bore a hell within me, and finding myself unsympathised with, wished to tear up the trees, spread havoc and destruction around me, and then to have sat down and enjoyed the ruin.

I never made fun of her except teasingly.

Coupled with prior results, this yields a concrete combinatorial model for microlocal sheaves, as well as an elementary method for calculating them..

As he makes clear, he has quite a few such “nauseatingly gross figures of clay” in mind, turning the irony or sarcasm of a specific instant into widespread mycterism—broad disdain pronounced with a sneer.