Thanks to that penny he had just spent so recklessly [on a newspaper] he would pass a happy hour, taken, for once, out of his anxious, despondent, miserable self. It irritated him shrewdly to know that these moments of respite from carking care would not be shared with his poor wife, with careworn, troubled Ellen.

Already, Robbie had dumped a load into his dad, and now, before my very eyes, was Alan's own cock lube seeping out

The rest of the script is fine, boys, said Mr. Trumpett. You've got nice situations and I like the way you've handled your story line and I like your finish—we're going to have a nice little picture when we get through with it—but, frankly, I don't like your beginning. They don't meet cute.

But he had found that humdrum world in a terribly dynamic condition, in which even badinage and lyrism had turned explosive;