A very big crab." Jaffery's face was transfigured into a vast, hairy smile.

Barbara could dress crab like no one else in the world.

She herself disliked the taste of crab.

I, a carefully trained gastronomist, adored it, but a Puckish digestion forbade my consuming one single shred of the ambrosial preparation.

Doria would pass it by through sheer unhappiness.