We take such pains to be polite. We never say what we mean. For all it matters, we could greet each other and speak only of cheese—“How was your Limburger, miss?” “Salty as a ripe Stinking Bishop, thank you.” “Ah, very cheddar, miss. I’ll have your Stilton brought to your Camembert, then.”—and no one would likely notice.
from "The Sweet Far Thing" by Libba Bray
I finally got on to reading the ebooks I've been putting off till later. I'm currently reading "Summer and the City" by Candace Bushnell, and "The Sweet Far Thing" by Libba Bray, which I've quoted above. I've been reading both books out of curiosity.