Beastly things, teeth. Give us trouble from the cradle to the grave.
One does see so much evil in a village,' murmured Miss Marple in an explanatory voice.
The rottenness comes from within.
Does the real thing ever have the perfection of a stage performance?
Never do anything yourself that others can do for you.
It is odd how, when you have a secret belief of your own which you do not wish to acknowledge, the voicing of it by someone else will rouse you to a fury of denial.