And how admit that omnipotence which stops at such a trifle as a pinch of fecula or a soupcon of alcohol?
He would have had to muster identical opinions and never admit (he freely did in his ardent moments) a Catholicism charged with a soupcon of magic, as under Henry the Third, and with a dash of sadism, as at the end of the last century.
I'm hipped on Freud and all that, but it's rotten that every bit of real love in the world is ninety-nine per cent passion and one little soupcon of jealousy.
Then his heavy lids drooped; once more he looked paternal, benevolent, only just with a soupcon of sternness in his impassive face, the aloofness of an austere man towards the weaknesses of more mundane creatures.
Eleanor returned the pressure of the other's hand with an infinitesimal soupcon of a squeeze.
