The destiny-grade event that happened to Orin Incandenza at this point was that just as he was passing glumly under the Home goalposts and entering the shadow of the south exit-tunnel's adit a loud and ominously orthopedic cracking sound, plus then shrieking, issued from somewhere on the field behind him.

"We call him shim— short for 'she-him.'

He was prescribed a course of antiepileptics.

She had far too much to drink and made a spectacle of herself by flirting with everyone.