At school he used to do Dr. Jekyll turning into Mr. Hyde, shining a flashlight into his face.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare eat a peach? / I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

The Negro was lying in a ditch on the left side of the road, face down, headed west, and the body more or less parallel to the road and about a car length behind the station wagon and a car length in front of Price′s car.

The latrines and community showers are sinful indulgences, compared to her BLM cabin, with its frigid sponge baths on the porch at night.