It was strange to her as a town under the tides. There it was, clear and belfried as of old, but fathoms deep, and the bells had so faint a chime that Reddin’s voice drowned them.

In the most straightforward way, [Dorothy] Allison was responding to the typical question by a horrified liberal to gendertrash who likes rough trade: Honey, I got nothin' to hide.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He finished drafting his essay in study hall.