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

Distinguished scientists are beginning to confront the notion that to save the planet, an age of hair-shirted austerity is now necessary.

Two tongues from the depths, Alike only as a yellow cat and a green parrot are alike, Fling their staccato tantalizations Into a wildcat jabber Over a gossamer web of unanswerables.

Few pilots there matched his stick time.