Zircon, engrossed in a theoretical problem, scarcely noticed.
The truly refined people are those who have got three garnets and one zircon.
I'll tell Zircon this when he comes, but you can be thinking it over in the meantime.
Zircon handed some money to the coolies and ordered them to wait.
One of the policemen pointed to Zircon's bloodstained sleeve.
"We'll be delighted to have you join us," Zircon assured him.
He sipped on his third coke and leaned over toward Scotty and Zircon.
"He's probably gone to find a blowtorch to shave with," Zircon rumbled.
"And let us hope we don't have to hear it again," Zircon added.
If anyone asks, I can say I want movies of the animals you and Zircon shoot.