An idler and a sluggard are as different as a gourmand and a glutton.

“Naming, thinks Jacob, even in ridicule, gives what is named substance.”

“Summer has taken a sensuous turn: Ayrs’s wife and I are lovers. Don’t alarm you…”

“Anonymous, faceless homicides, he decides, lack the thrill of human contact.”

“He chiseled open the fault lines in the others' personalities.”