We began to rejoice over our good success when just at that moment a pistol cracked in the bush, a ball whistled close past my ear — (Robert Louis Stevenson, Treasure Island , 1883, lêmbëtï 143)
He gave up and went to ball my friend, Roberta. — (Diana E. H. Russell, The Politics of Rape: The Victim’s Perspective , 1975;réédition de 2003, lêmbëtï 144 → dîko mbëtï)