The rubble waits him, sloping up to broken rear walls in a clogging, an openwork of laths pointlessly chevroning-flooring, furniture, glass, chunks of plaster, long tatters of wallpaper, split and shattered joists ….
*1995, (w), Morvern Callar, Vintage 2015, p. 21:
Lanna says about wishing she was bigger in the chest and I goes that I had nothing to beat there and I was thin as a lat.