Strawberries don't taste as they used to and the thighs of women have lost their clutch

Oh, strawberries don't taste as they used to and the thighs of women have lost their clutch!

And some men eased themselves like setting hens onto the nest of death.

History was secreted in the glands of a million historians. We must get out of this banged up century, some said, out of this cheating, murderous century of riot and secret death, of scrabbling for public lands and damn well getting them by any means at all.

J. Steinbeck, East of Eden (1952) 109

The only solution which at first seemed definitely excluded was the Bonapatist one

The only solution which at first seemed definitely excluded was the Bonapatist one. In 1871 the political and administrative personnel of the Second Empire had followed its predecessors into the increasingly overcrowded Valhalla of defunct regimes, whose memories filled the history books and whose ghosts haunted the French political scene.

A. Cobban, A History of Modern France Volume 3: 1871 - 1962 (1964), 11

You can't press your suit and another fellow's trousers simultaneously

If Catsmeat had been tied up with a lot of correspondence of this type [love letters], he wouldn't have had much time for attending to my wardrobe, of course. You can't press your suit and another fellow's trousers simultaneously

P.G. Wodehouse, The mating season (1949), 119

His brow was sicklied o'er

Yet now, as I say, he was low-spirited. It stuck out a mile. His brow was sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought and his air was that of a man who, if he had said 'Hallo, girls', would have said it like someone in a Russian drama announcing that Gradpapa had hanged himself in the barn.

P.G. Wodehouse, The mating season (1949), 15

Mrs Elton was wanting notice, which nobody had inclination to pay

Emma doubted their getting on very well; for Mr Knightley seemed little disposed for conversation; Mrs Elton was wanting notice, which nobody had inclination to pay, and she was herself in a worry of spirits which would have made her prefer being silent

J. Austen, Emma (1816), 228

I met Che Guevara sharp as a cat

I met Che Guevara sharp as a cat in Cuba, and Guy Burgess swollen with drink and self-reproach in Moscow, and Kim Philby, whom I thought I could have loved, deceiving us all in Lebanon. I watched Eichmann humdrum and offended within the bullet-proof glass of his courtroom cage, the common man personified as the murderer he was. I saw Powers the aerial spy paraded before the People's Court, the peasants stumbling in to give their evidence like figures from Tolstoy, the thick-set judges solemn at their dais, the sense of vast unseen forces at play behind those puppets. I watched my own beloved army floundering in degradation as it was forced, year by year, from its last imperial footholds, now and then spitting back like a cornered animal, and forced at last into that distasteful ignominy, Suez.

J. Morris, Conundrum (1974), 79-80

The place and function of rhetoric in the public life of the Empire had changed

The place and function of rhetoric in the public life of the Empire had changed: between the reign of Augustus and the end of the second century, every city in the Greek east that still had any vestige of democracy shed it on coming under the umbrella of Rome

A. Cameron, Christianity and the Rhetoric of Empire (1991), 76