The plastic was a nonporous surface, so the ink couldn't sink in and stain it.

I have to go shopping with the wife, I'm afraid. She's given me a three-line whip.

I do hope there will be no oniony and tobaccoey smotherings in the form of embracings all round, going on in the streets.

Th' immortal Parcæ, fatal sisters three, / Of mortal men, do sing the shunless fate: / What once Was, what Is now, and what Shall Be, / Their life, their death, their fortune, and their state.