I drempt I was wound round tight as drum, hand and foot, with morning glory vines, and they was chokin' my neck same as they do the corn. I drempt I had cockleburrs stuck in my hair like a pincushion ...

an overaged wine

The lamp which ultimately was sure to be lifted up to illumine the acts of this secretive race began slowly to dispread its rays …

He's only worked odd jobs.