I am talking about a way of regarding our world as amenable to investigation and interrogation without magic keys, special jargons and instruments, curtained-off practices.

After passing off the bracelets to Thanh and me, one of the elders then shoved into my hands a mason jar of the Montagnard moonshine that had gone down like Drano the night before last, cleaning out all my pipes.

One of us needs to verify the source. — Will do, but I could use some help.

It seems to me that she might, by merely sitting quietly at his side, saying little and looking less, get nigher his heart.