Oh, A know vera well, we've no time for an old or a new dispensation nowdays.

I had not seen her since long before the war, and I had to look out her address in the telephone-book.

The humble village of Litchfield, with its steepleless meeting-house, stood on the opposite or east bank […]

Such is the human ontological imagination, and such is the convincingness of what it brings to birth. Unpicturable beings are realized, and realized with an intensity almost like that of an hallucination.