A grand duke, or a lesser titled personage, in a car goes ram-jamming over Moscow at 40 miles an hour up, with no one to say him nay.

Maybe eating lunch on Nob Hill with your friends the hoi polloi. She didn't mean hoi polloi; but if you roll that phrase around your tongue long enough it can acquire a deceptive taste of affluence. I don't have any hoi polloi friends[.]

Djokovic, brimming with energy and confidence, needed little encouragement and came haring in to chase down a drop shot in the next game, angling away the backhand to break before turning to his supporters to celebrate.

‘Sir, I have seen all the visibilities of Paris, and around it; but to have formed an acquaintance with the people there, would have required more time than I could stay.’