When the hypothetical Gore nephew look-alike Mr. Boston awkwardly tried to cut in on her conversation with the tough-looking Chance, Mr. Boston seemed to have blown it, especially as he spouted nervous nerdisms like “You need Ritalin” in response to Chance’s practiced baiting.

Lady Selina smells at her vinaigrette, and replies in her softest, affectedest, civilest, and crushingest manner— Poor—DEAR—OLD MAN!

[…] Eric stepped in front of Shala, unaware that he was blocking her view. […] “Let me see,” Shala demanded, trying to peer around him.

The ensembled individualism of Africa extends beyond the concept as discussed by Sampson (1988).