A security officer sat in his little clown car about thirty yards away.

I’ll tell you everything as and when I know the truth.

Trogh and Charlie have started foxholing one corner of our tent, and I helped them a little.

A departure from principle in one instance becomes a precedent for a second, that second for a third, and so on 'til the bulk of the society is reduced to be mere automatons of misery, to have no sensibilities left but for sinning and suffering.