Pancake writes: “If you can unfocus your eyes right — and Corey can — wading the creek is like walking the aisle of a Wal-Mart made for Corey, with all the price tags saying free.”

Some were poor by impotency of nature; as young fatherless children, old decrepit persons, idiots, and cripples.

He purred like a kitten when she massaged his neck.

I have known other-guess authors than you (that is, in point of interest and fame) kept in continual attendance and dependance during the best part of their lives, and after all, disappointed in the expectation of seeing their performances exhibited on the stage.