Gram said, Sophia. Would that be an Italian name? It came from a great-aunt, Sophia told her, turning briefly in her direction. Was your great-aunt Italian? No, Scottish. Oh. I knew what Gram was aiming at here. She wanted to find out whether Sophia was Catholic. She poked her headful of pink curlers forward for a moment and looked at me. Presbyterian, I told her. Oh. She sat back again, Oh, well, you could see her thinking, her own daughter had married Episcopal and the sky hadn't fallen in. It's a pretty name, anyhow, she told Sophia. Thank you. "I like names that end with an a, don't you? […]

I have been mistaken as many things on this journey, by myself and others... there is no denying, however, the chaos my presence has brought across the usa, the world, and indeed, the souls of humynkind.

He was a model of anal defensiveness: fastidious in his dress and appearance, a collector and putter of things in order, a classifier and labeler.

The improved service to and from Taunton is fully justified by the passenger patronage to and from this town, which is a railhead for a large surrounding area.