It is nasal, screeching, yowling, mee-mawing, wailing—every sound excruciating to ears refined.

His tastes are snobby.

She uses the stems, not the flowers. She trims the stems and peels them if they're tough, then grates them and mixes them with raisins, grated carrots and mayonnaise. If she's feeling adventurous, she says, she tosses in a little curry powder to spice up the dish. This doesn't taste so 'broccoloid.'

The f/stops are arranged so that as you stop down, each stop allows half the amount of light to pass through as the stop before it did.