Thrilly jolts of ecstasy electrified his junkie loins. His fancy-prancy equine stride took him a half block down the ghetto street into the dingy foyer of a tenement building.

Stands of staghorn coral were bleaching white.

Never was even washerwoman more untidy. A cap all rags, from which the hair came straggling in elf-locks over a face which generally looked red-hot […]

There were seven of us from America, and, for what it’s worth, I thought it was a fairly impressive group.