There has been a satisfactory coördination of the events occurring in widely separated sections, and there has been a competent delineation of differing characters and a vivid presentation of conflicting interests.

That's probably why everyone is already having anal sex in ninth grade. I mean, let's face it, even the Mormons are soaking.

And morning after morning, all over the immense, damp, dreary town and the packing-case colonies of huts in the suburb allotments, young men were waking up to another workless empty day to be spent as they could best contrive […]

Molly the dairymaid came a little way from the rickyard, and said she would pluck the pigeon that very night after work. She was always ready to do anything for us boys; and we could never quite make out why they scolded her so for an idle hussy indoors. It seemed so unjust.