The devil can both predict and make predictors.

Amir, the Macrophiliac. You briefly met Amir in Chapter 15. He came to me with help for his fetish […]

The book's main conceit is to make poetry from univocal words (words containing just one vowel) […]

Another artificial bait can be made by mixing up a berley, savoury in smell to the piscine race, but somewhat obnoxious to the olfactory nerves of human beings, of rotten herrings or tinned fish, bran and flour, into a tough paste and putting it into little bags of mosquito net or fine muslin.