But that's what I mean, Everett's friends are all tired grey businessmen or engineers or something, and Francine's all seem to be mumbling poets with pimply necks, God it's all so – so haecceitic. I could've gone to Nassau ...

If civilized life had covered over the ancient verities, Dumuzi learns in his tragic death that the sheepfold is still there to reclaim him.

The statue is situated in a corner hardly visible to the public, except through a window from an outside maintenance area situated behind the building.

I've known that boy all his life. Dependable? On time? Nah, that dog don't run.