The stones were sharp,The wind came at my back;Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat. - Theodore Roethke
[H]is mouth pursed, but pursed in American, more generous than English pursing, ready for broader vowels and less mincing sounds. His body was long and lean and trim; he had American hips, ready for a neat belt and the faraway ghost of a gunbelt. - A.S. Byatt