Young and unmarried though you are, miss, I think you will tyke my meaning without my speaking plyner?
Well, at six o'clock of a rainy afternoon, she was seized with an unaccountable desire for vegetable marrows, and Mr.'Eaven put the pony in the cart and went to Woodmucket for them, which is a great advantage to be so near a town and yet 'ave the quietude." {Mr.Heaven: p11.jpg} Mr.Heaven is merged, like Mr.Jellyby, in the more shining qualities of his wife.

A line of description is too long for him.

Indeed, I can think of no single word brief enough, at least in English.

The Latin "nil" will do, since no language is rich in words of less than three letters.

He is nice, kind, bald, timid, thin, and so colourless that he can scarcely be discerned save in a strong light.