If he had lost what had hovered before him he had lost it, his only tribute to which proposition was to grind his teeth with one of those "scrunches," as he would have said, of which the violence fairly reached his ear.
"The Finer Grain"
Henry James
His javelin He leans on and scrunches with firm step a passage the bristling Grim ice fields across!
"The Satyricon, Complete"
Petronius Arbiter