The violins played most strenuously, but no one attended to them.

At that point Louis had gone into the dispensary and taken a Tuinal—what his first med school roommate had called Tooners. “Hop up on the Toonerville Trolley, Louis,” he'd say, “and I'll put on some Credence.”

The three glasses were grouped together, all of them tinged with wine, and one of them containing some dregs of beeswing.

Just stop and think deeply for a moment and realize the countless number of the grains of sand of the seashore; the countless number of drops of water that go to make up the waters of the earth; […]