People in love are rarely interesting--that is, flesh-and-blood people.
For the possession of a flesh-and-blood god, he exchanged his own liberty.
To him she was an ideal of womanhood rather than a flesh-and-blood woman.
“Me,” the flesh-and-blood Francis Pfleuger said, pointing proudly at the statue.
It never for a moment struck me that it was not a flesh-and-blood visitant.
And still the flesh-and-blood Aaron sat with his arm over the side.
A flesh-and-blood blue-stocking, and a lovely one into the bargain.
She is the only flesh-and-blood heroine to come into my life.
Yes, and they actually say it too—real, live, flesh-and-blood men.
It's a flesh-and-blood tie, a permanent junction, an isthmus, what?