With wonderful speed and dexterity, each marksman built himself a tiny schantze of stones on the edge of the plateau, and stretched himself behind it, fondling his rifle and twitching his bandolier into an easy position.

“What kind of sissy eats strawberry-frosted donuts?” I said. ¶ “With jimmies,” Belson said. ¶ “I had too much respect for you,” I said, “even to mention the jimmies.”

There it is lovely to be the pale American sainthead christ among the poor (low-voiced, respectful) […]

Shorelines are molded into smooth arcuate bays interrupted by cuspate horns.