But as it will not do to talk entirely at random, as Montaigne does, and Ralph Waldo Emerson tries to do, we must take up some little thread or threads. and string our thoughts thereupon, keeping up also a relation among them of precession and succession.

Adam requires a touch of feminine lace and a whisper of diaphanous silk, not a direct vision of the gaping maw of the human vulva.

She is probably assigning me a price (she works for the auctioneeress, so she must know how much money it takes to stop a bowl with my features).[…]Nikki tries to see the auctioneeress, but she is out.[…]Rosa has told him that I’ve been given back to the custody of the auctioneeress, and she, conveniently, as Rosa knows, is away on holiday for two weeks in an unobtainable style. Which is doubly convenient for Rosa, since the auctioneeress, too, has been asking for me.[…]She planned to stay for a few weeks, but she gets a call from the auctioneeress telling her about a pair of earrings.[…]The auctioneeress arrives, and I am packed away.[…]We stop outside as the auctioneeress delves into her purse for her car keys. The auctioneeress can’t hear it, but I can perceive the phone ringing in Rosa’s flat.

Blast after blast, fiery outbreak after fiery outbreak, like a flaming barrage from within,[…]most of Edison's grounds soon became an inferno. As though on an incendiary rampage, the fires systematically devoured the contents of Edison's headquarters and facilities.