I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say ‘when’.

If there is one thing I dislike, it is the man who tries to air his grievances when I wish to air mine.

The voice of love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.

He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.