I shot off an e-mail to Hunter, saying I had to cancel tomorrow because I would be vehicularly challenged.

The traffic jam was caused by roadwork being done during rush hour.

His house is a treasure trove of weird socks.

[…] He was blind; he could not see the stars Glinting among the wraiths of wandering cloud; Queer blots of colour, purple, scarlet, green, Flickered and faded in his drowning eyes.