"The Chengtu revolutionaries were fantastically colourful in the Szechwanese manner—they costumed themselves as heroes of the stage and their energies were chiefly occupied in tying ropes across the main streets so that when Imperial officials rode by in their litters they would have to get down and crawl under, losing face.

Sylvanshine would burp and it would seem like more than a burp; it would taste like he'd almost thrown up a little.

Modern US culture has superseded the native forms.

This primity God requires to be attributed to himself […]