misnomer

The trip Hank arranged is a real one and genuine, non perfunctory or prompted by a zeal.
For the sake of propriety the trip was planned for september.
It is in many ways a quinntessential journey.
The task force limped along for six months and than faded into oblivion.
Leny cannot resist peering into every shop window to ogle the things that aren't availeble.
Stormclouds and black horizons of rain and snow have formed to scarlet macaws and dollops of red in the green canopy, and dusk lightning rends the turn clouds, a harbinger of the autumnseason.
However three weeks of fasttidious weather sustained. Hot and sunny.
Inge picked the unrequited variety,
it's very bad for the skin.
I myself nonchalantly accept my inevitable doom while conveying an idiosyncratic mixture of high tension and sexy charm.
So in sharp contrast to Hank.
As anyone knows, America is rotten with sycophants and dope and processed foods and entire classes of public hangers-on.
But who cares.
We experience an esotheric luxury enjoyed by only a privileged few.
Ten karats, you would say, but in a square cut it's not all ostentious.
It really is a wonderful holiday.