[T]he commodore […] did not scruple to damn her for a squinting, block-faced, chattering piss-kitchen […].

... it left, however, a bee at his ear and an itch to transfer the buzzer's attentions and tease his darling; for she had betrayed herself as right good game.

Notably, though, for all of the product’s pop-culture spongeworthiness, the new distributor has only modest sales expectations.

Not surprisingly, perhaps, an antisugar school of medicine arose anew, in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries.