[…] a small glass box in which you wander, swivel, waver, flashing your flesh like a skirted girl doing cartwheels on the lawn.

Yet its meaning was such as might have accounted for a little irregularity and quite justified whatever emotional emphasis the appropriately placed ob! ah! and helas! always so neatly written, and with the interjectional point so shapelily marked, might be taken to convey.

Other methods under investigation, for situations where managed retreat is not an option, include building up offshore banks […]

She knew for a fact that he'd never had a girlfriend, thanks to his Black Hawk helicoptery mom, and yet right then he was the one who was completely at ease and she was all bunched up like an anxiety-ridden accordion.