[…] the master exorcist, the gem among them all, the ocean of virtues, seemed to be the only sane person unaffected and unpossessed.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

I was just about spitting feathers. My throat was so dry and sore that I could barely feel my own tongue.

In addition, some early readers have come away with the conviction that in-your-face picketing-style transactivism originated with the Menace.