An orotundity, which I define as Nobelitis a pomposity in which one is treated as representative of more than oneself by someone conscious of representing more than himself.
However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
Which is better--to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don't understand.
The mask was a thing on it's own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.