There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind.

The bowler approached the wicket at a lope, a trot, and then a run. He suddenly exploded in a flurry of arms and legs, out of which flew a ball.

The Saab seethed off into the night. Arthur watched it go, as stunned as a man might be who, having believed himself to be totally blind for five years, suddenly discovers that he had merely been wearing too large a hat.

I come in peace...Take me to your lizard.

Could be. I’m a pretty dangerous dude when I’m cornered.” “Yeah,” said the voice from under the table, “you go to pieces so fast people get hit by the shrapnel.

He has personality problems beyond the dreams of analysts.

I think all cats are wild. They only act tame if there´s a saucer of milk in it for them.