Having passed through Gaunt Square into Great Gaunt Street, the carriage at length stopped at a tall gloomy house between two other tall gloomy houses, each with a hatchment over the middle drawing-room window; as is the custom of houses in Great Gaunt Street, in which gloomy locality death seems to reign perpetual.

For those who don’t know, Autism Speaks has an executive board and leadership made entirely of allistic people, or people who are not autistic.

You know what a fuck boy is, hack. Those weak boys that get forced into sexual slavery in prisons all over America. Their somebody's bitch and they sell them for profit in here. I'll bet you dipped it in the mouth of some poor fuck boy to mule in some contraband. Tell me it's so, hack.

Mr. Bingley was good-looking and gentlemanlike; he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners.