Kabutri, in the meanwhile, had kneaded some atta and rolled out a few real rotis.

Phil, with his musefully mordant views of life, views he invariably expressed with not-a-consonant-wasted economy, could always make me laugh, even during moments that by all rights should make us shudder.

[…] Waterman, says I, what are you doing? what did you ship a Sea? ay, says the Waterman, and a great one too; why it blows a Frett of Wind;

They imagined themselves as the antithesis of the sheep, and as such the sheep remains as a pervasive trope against which Québécois-ness is defined and expressed.