cast out all thoughts of doilies and dog collars

It could be Chanel No.5, it could be roast chicken, but I’m not the only one whose memories are unlocked by smells.

the daily preoccupations were of the simple variety, such as finding the goggles for the early morning swim

. . . a formidable arsenal of evasion techniques . . .

There is no rhyme or reason about teeth: but why can’t I have strong white ones?