[…] Mr. Nackybal was thoroughly examined, both in cubing and extracting, from the table that Louit had provided.

It is really to defy Heaven to puff at damnation.

The plane might come into Foynes - if she came in early - I remember one morning in particular, a plane came in with a kind of suddenliness.

And then, on the home straight, as if guided by a divine hand, the pack parts and Belle du Jour rides straight through and wins by a nose. 'Shits it in,' says Singo.