He drifted through the room, avoiding the furniture by instinct, closed the door that led to the passage, and only then flicked on his flashlight. It swept around the room, picking out a desk, a telephone, a wall of bookshelves, and a deep armchair, and finally settled on a handsome fireplace with a large surround of red brick.

The male rolls while the female, who has met the male at the dung pile, rides on his ball. down legfuls of dung to feed from later or to fashion into brood balls that serve as food for their larvae.

He could see similarly outsized rooms opening off the lawyer-foyer ...

Georgie Gleg is odious to me. He always has been. For all his good heart he's a coof and a simp.