Remus tried to take the medicine, but it immediately came back up. ...Along with a lot of pink and blue foam and sparkles. And if Remus' room didn't already smell bad enough, here was more to add on.
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
