A small boy puts his hand on the wall, and looks down intently as he wriggles his toes. The birth of thought?
If you insist on asking me why I feel the way I do, I plan to take the Fifth Amendment.
Realism: the wealth of detail guarantees the truth of the tale.
I am plain-speaking out of both sides of my mouth.
The shades of respectability begin to close about the greying head.
Music dissolves the straight and narrow.