EXAMPLE:
' At the next table, also alone, was Cyprian Ukwende, the Indaro, the Nigerian . . .
. . . ' He needed a woman, too, or a bunch of women who would fuck him hundreds of times a week, because he was so full of lust and jism all the time. And he ached to be with his Indaro relatives. Back home, he had six hundred relatives he knew by name.
' Ukwende's face was impassive as he ordered the
Number Three Breakfast with whole-wheat toast. Behind his mask was a young man in
the terminal stages of nostalgia and lover's nuts. '
--- 1973. KURT VONNEGUT. "
Breakfast of Champions, or, Goodbye Blue Monday." Chapter 11 (Pages 92 - 93).
