Munch on this sentence from Anthony Burgess’s novel Enderby Outside. (Four onions in a row!)
Then, instead of expensive mouthwash, he had breathed on Hogg-Enderby, bafflingly (for no banquet would serve, because of the known redolence of onions, onions) onions. ‘Onions,’ said Hogg.
(Found at Futility Closet.)