Work, the what's-its-name of the thingummy and the thing-um-a-bob of the what d'you-call-it. - P. G. Wodehouse

And a moment later there was a sound like a mighty rushing wind, and the relative had crossed the threshold at fifty m.p.h. under her own steam.

You know how it is with some girls. They seem to take the stuffing right out of you. I mean to say, there is something about their personality that paralyses the vocal cords and reduces the contents of the brain to cauliflower.

The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.