Before long the slant and lunge of his big body and his restless, powerful movements made his expensive clothes stretch and crumple until they molded themselves on him and began to resemble the Levi's he might once have worn on the range or the range; by the same process, in the surge and pound of his speeches, the elegant and disciplined vocabulary he had so laboriously acquired speeded up to a wild crackerbarrel whine or slowed down to a twanging, gunsmoke drawl.

Which'll jar your bones, Jim!...sap your breath...distort your hearing for your own concrete thoughts 'til they screak like the muddled static of distant homily.

Joining a 'computer group' may sound incredibly anorakish but you'll probably find that most of the other members are bearably human!

I replied, ‘I attended St. James's, St. Martin's, and St. Ann's, Soho;’—‘So,’ said he, ‘you are a churchman.’