[…] he plunges into the struggles of the multitude below, and frees the devil-ridden boy from the demon that possessed him.

It’s as if Theodor Geisel channeled Greek gods to create this place. In Bryce Canyon, you get a smidge of Zeusian majesty with a world of Seussian whimsy.

After a slowdown during the winter, the moveouts resumed in spring 1959; by the summer of 1959, the West End was emptying rapidly.

That worthy one day, in our absence, being caught in the act of culpable talpicide, was rebuked by his mistress for disobeying his master's orders.