Omens were expounded, dreams were interpreted, and other tricks of jugglery perhaps resorted to, by which the pretended adepts of the period deceived and fascinated their deluded followers.

At forty he had finally realized a childhood fantasy—to fuck a white woman, a gori mem.

I don't know but what you are right. We intend to make a big thing out of you, Dick Rover. / How? / I told you before you'd find out soon enough. / I presume you'll try to make my father ransom me, or something like that.

[T]he exceptions remind me of an ingenious conjecture respecting Newton: that he was probably a being of a superior order, accidently caged in a human body.