Lamplight was reflected glimmeringly from the wet street.

Why can't you look at life through a plain sheet of glass--if you must look at it through something--instead of choosing the red and the yellow and the purples--anything but the plain, the untinted reality.

After telling this story Andy stood up and held his penis saying that he would put a pin in his winkie, then changed his mind...

Ah, well now, of course, St. George conceded, but if you have a mysterious boarder who talks Patagonian or something, and we think that perhaps we can talk with her, why then-- It doesn't matter whether you can talk every language in South America, said the warden bruskly.