His work, “La Devinette d’Arlequin,” seemed less the riddle of its title than a busy, marchlike exercise in calculated harshness […].

And a bit Welsh on your father's side. And a bit Irish. There's even some Chinese in there. You're a bitzer, Stevie.

As the Gunners attacked in unrelenting waves of red the opportunities started to fall their way, as the outstanding Wilshere fired at Hart and then Van Persie jinked into space only to see his arrow-like 18-yard left-foot rocket shot cannon back off the base of Hart's right-hand post.

The Internet began to micropander to every type of sexual connoisseur.