I'm simply stating that I'm not leaving my destiny to the whim of a man.
Naturally white-blonde, she'd dyed it pink on a whim last weekend.
This was a digression of a new kind, if anything can be called a digression in a work the plan of which is to fly off at a tangent whenever and wherever the writer's whim tempts him.
He was the creature of every passing mood or whim, incapable of cool and steady judgment or of the slightest self-control - an incalculable weathercock, blindly obsequious to every blast of passion.
That was no sudden whim on the writer's part.
