Oh, you Brits, you stuck-up, hedonistic hypocrites—you built a banker's fuckmobile!

After the explosion, a plume of smoke could be seen in the sky for miles around.

Courtenaye augured well from the profound silence; suddenly a burst of applause shook the house, the curtain had fallen, and Booth sprang to Walter's side, who was still engaged in an animated flirtation with an actress who was to play in the afterpiece.

I boarded the Yellow Line Metro, beaming with confidence. I got down at Rajiv Chowk to continue my journey towards Noida City Centre (NCC). The next metro arrived.