[…] Doctor McLaren had made a few last-minute substitutions for certain erudite terms he feared might overshoot his congregation; but, even with these begrudged alterations in the cause of clarity, the address was as one scientist to another, and the people who heard it were at once flattered and befuddled by its charming inexplicability.

The air blew his tank-top away from his torso, revealing a patch of chest hair, not too much, and no v-line to his groin.

[…] the woman in the middle assumes a classical Venuslike pose, and a leg of one of the figures devolves into cubist abstraction.

Almost a quarter of a million copies is really a solid number for today's record industry. In fact, that number is more than the last two number one albums