If this is the kind of reasoning that dialectical logic encourages, the chief function of that pseudodiscipline would seem to be to facilitate conceptual confusion.

The paranoia came on pretty damn strong for this early in the morning, his high blood pressure—160 over 90 at twenty-two—jackhammering in his wrists, his thoughts caterwauling beneath the moment.

A hoping situation is not yet desolate.

His cattle must of rot and murrain die.