But because your interpreter has the job of making sense of your scared feelings, it connects your sensation of panic to the train. Welcome to siderodromophobia, the fear of trains!

The neighbours were having a noisy party so I went and gave them a gobful.

If this had been Noriega's old powerful glory days, my Jazzy could have ended up a dogsicle.

Go not away, thou weary soul: / Heaven has in store a precious dole / Even on Bethsaida's cold and darksome height, …