“Take it easy” was the watchword of these superfriendly young men, the token of their overfamiliarity, the false reassurance that enabled them to ignore the filth they worked in.

[B]ut only too often séances degenerate into pure sorcery or necromancy, attracting all kinds of undeveloped and earth-bound entities.

“There is little need,” said the monk, with a meaning look, “to fritter away the time in gewgaws.”

I hear she has a new boyfriend. What's he like?