Pulling away, Brennan felt his shin swack against Glass's shin, but Glass kept moving.

Mr. O'Hara, athlete that he was, misplotted his course and plunged into the well.

From the busted planks and chipped paint I build a moveable [sic] nest, adapting to the nomadness in the best way plausible, with the resources at my limited disposal.

His arrogant behaviour sickens me.