You oughta have better sense than to trust anyone with anything in this asshole place.

Never one to waste an opportunity, he says now: "The low points? You can read about them in my forthcoming book! It's at the printers now.

Juxtaposed with these, in the corner is a little stick figure of a human, bereft of magic — a poor relation, unhoofed, untoothed, untailed, disenchanted, lost.

He stole glances at the pretty woman across the street.