The walls are whitish. Is it cold enough in here? No, it's the statuary I came to see. And the gizzards, you wanted the gizzards too? No, it was buzzards I'd mentioned in my letter of introduction, which you seem to have lost, but I was reminded too of ancient blizzards that used to infest these parts. Ah, but gizzards breed sapience, there can be no other way. Allow me to pass in front of you while I keep you waiting in the draft that is colder than the room it besmirches.
Ashbery, John, THE OLD HOUSE IN THE COUNTRY, Kunapipi, 20(3), 1998.