As swift as a gazelle, she sprinted through the weaving rows of corn to the teepees beyond.

If he reached to shake a hand, hordes became so frenzied he was whisked away.

She wandered in her own wilderness.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he wrenched open the boxes in the driveway.

She flicked on the television only to find infomercials invading the networks.

He was abducted in his vestments by a Calvinist gang and frogmarched to the Market Cross, where he was tied up and pelted with ten thousand eggs for four hours.

She had not yet plumbed the depths of his villainy.

He snatched a glass of champagne from a waiter and drank it in one gulp, then, as the man moved on, reached for another drink.