His father said nothing, sat on his grave, sorted through the kvitls, put certain ones in certain pockets of his coat and his pants. Then a small whirlwind of dust and kvitls swept over him, encircled him, and lifted him away.

‘The hell with the talented sparrowfarts who write delicately of one small piece of one mere lifetime, when the issues are galaxies, eons, and trillions of souls yet to be born.’

The Paphian mimp was a certain pucker of the lips considered needful for the highly genteel.

Even in this case, tearing still results if the swap occurs in the middle of a refresh cycle.