Real science is so damned exciting, transforming, and provable, why would anyone prefer the undocumentable nonsense of astrology, alien abductions, and so forth?

He refuses to wear the new sweater; he says it’s itchy.

His 'kinsmanly care' advanced him neither socially nor financially. He complained of being 'lugged and worried' like a baited bear and exposed to 'splenish censure'.

Another quality that bothers me is Brendel's inconsistent sonority. The treble is hard and pingy; the midrange is weighed down with a booming bass.