Everyone was so earnest and worshippy: closing eyes to see things I couldn't see, raising hands to a God I did not feel. When the title of the sermon flashed on the projection screen, I couldn't breathe.

The mother was crimson in countenance and pelisse, and her ample dimensions spoke years of peace and plenteousness.

The three dispositions are Stalinian bureaucratic socialism, the adventure of the fascisms and the 'Western' deployment of parliamentarisms.

His circus job was the pits, but at least he was in show business.