[…] realms and islands were As plates dropp’d from his pocket.

The mountains of glass that harboured within their elevated cavities such floroons, encompassing innumerable dazzling circlets of all sizes and shades […]

He stopped the car on the shoulder of the highway to change the flat tire.

There's prolly good parts of the province. Only good part of the town is it's easy to sneak into the abandoned movie theater and throw expired Milk Duds to the rats.