Juxtaposed with these, in the corner is a little stick figure of a human, bereft of magic — a poor relation, unhoofed, untoothed, untailed, disenchanted, lost.

He stole glances at the pretty woman across the street.

You oughta have better sense than to trust anyone with anything in this asshole place.

Never one to waste an opportunity, he says now: "The low points? You can read about them in my forthcoming book! It's at the printers now.