So he held his fingers up, V for victory. Something those bucketheads ought to understand.

In fact who knows but that it isn't the solitude of the oneness of the essence of everything, the solitude of the actual oneness of the unbornness of the unborn essence of everything, nay the true pure foreverhood, that big blank potential that can ray forth anything from its pure store, that blazing bliss, Mattivajrakaruna the Transcendental Diamond Compassion!

A jarring parrotlike voice assaulted me from the racks of leggings.

I had too much experience of my father's pertinaciousness ever to hope for a change in his views.