but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game
There are no second acts in American lives.
A sense of the fundamental decencies is parceled out unequally at birth.
She was a mischief, and that was a satisfaction; no longer was she a huntress of corralled game
An unread book is just a block of paper.
His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.