… Pliny allows them [sc. mice] to have been always an ill omen, and therefore you should be advised to prepare against it either by averruncation or traps.

God, this is so hard! / That's what she said! iht! :D

So it must have been appalling, a veritable stab in the belly, when these undreamed-of smells infiltrated the familiar ranks, assailing her nostrils with a gypsy effrontery, a fandango of exotic spice.

When you get us a car, she said, at the same time sticking a dollar and change into the beggar's cup that was our only passage into the eavesdroppingly perfect world of the cabbie.