Everything fed from the heat and chemistry oozing from hydrothermal vents.

I give you my word that there are no flies on his personal integrity, if that's what you mean.

In case you haven’t read it (though they say Everyone has), Blase’s claim to literary fame is A Dark Night of the Soul: a slim sordid tale about the jaunty escapades of a thirty-eight-year-old New York fop who flushes his brain in toiletfuls of whiskey,[…].

He asked me if I knew the Wi-Fi password.