I’m in a big rush today, so I’m going to have to make a few hasty generalizations.

You understand.

We thought its front wheel sheared him right in half, but it turns out it was only a false dichotomy. He was fine, but we still had to appeal to authority to make him be more careful.

Lorraine must be a fine woman indeed for having so splendid a dish named for her.

Either the lights are flickering or I am having a stroke.

Admittedly, neither possibility excludes the other.