Consuming sixteen oranges in a row is a tall task.
It’s a tall order, but I can get it through.
The difficulties of traveling are compounded by the annoying singing of my travel partners.
The problems are compounded by various factors outside of our control.
The glee I experience from eating oranges is unexplainable.
There is no glee in your world.
He has quite a few ticks, but the most obvious ones show up when he’s eating oranges.
The kinds of ticks that bother me aren’t the type that bother most people.
My love for oranges outweighs my love for any other fruit.
The pros outweigh the cons in this case.
