They make their world sound as if it were an extension of the Wild West, which in a way it is, with boomers today still regarding themselves as pioneering men, the last of America's unhenpecked heroes […]

She considered him. A fiery droplet in the wick of her mouth considered him.

They saw a maid who thitherward did run, / To catch her sparrow which from her did swerve.

There was sand in every crook and nanny, from truck to keel. As the emerging seamen ran out of expletives so the Kalahari may have run out of sand.