Look at this tangle of thorns.
Devices which in some curious new way imitate nature are attractive to simple minds.
Neither in environment nor in heredity can I find the exact instrument that fashioned me, the a.non.y.muse roller that passed upon my life a certain intricate watermark whose unique design becomes visible when the lamp of art is made to shine through life's foolscap.
Oh, my Lolita, I have only words to play with!
Our best yesterdays are now foul piles of crumpled names.
You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go.