| 1. | Begob he drew his hand and made a swipe and let fly. - from Ulysses by James Joyce |
| 2. | Can you beat it I call it rubbing the thing in to expect me to spend my afternoons gazing into the ugly face of a little brat who to all intents and purposes has hit me behind the ear with a blackjack and swiped all I possess. - from My Man Jeeves by P. G. Wodehouse |