the thread ends suddenly in a filmy hair-pencil, a tuft, whose parts remain disjoined, just as they come from the spinneret's rose.

The driller killer's attempts at Kruegeresque one-liners fall pretty flat, although the cast are fairly funny as they run around desperately trying to look scared.

Very few have been born on earth who were self-luminous, whose light was not a borrowed light, who stood fully revealed in their own radiance of truth.

The toiling pleasure sickens into pain.