The gourmet 'treat' glistened repellently. I wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot chopstick.

My folks keep banging away at me to study harder.

So, when some brawny Sacrificer knocks, Before an Altar led, an offer’d Ox, His Eye-balls rooted out, are thrown to Ground;

Elmore Leonard is as dependable as a Ford used to be and as knowing as a New York fashion designer.