It was the strangest instance of a mind to which erudition had given force and fluency without culture; his learning had not educated his perceptions: it was an implement serving to slash others rather than to polish himself.
"The Greater Inclination"
Edith Wharton
The wind blew a gale against them, slapping their faces with wet canes, so that their flesh stung as at the slash of whips.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
"That's all right," muttered Warren, "but if any chap thinks he can slash my shins all the time and not get hurt he's a good bit mistaken."
"The Crimson Sweater"
Ralph Henry Barbour