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).