[T]he deep earnest soul of the man had fallen into all manner of black scruples, dubitations; he believed himself likely to die soon, and far worse than die.

Deacon's second album, Bromst, will be an intricate merry-go-round of joyous, leftfield compositions.

I should like to dine with him. I dare say he gives famous dinners.

If I told her the same thing she only giggled and said, Yessum, and then, slack-handed, went right ahead and ironed a dozen wrinkles into the simplest piece.