I spent the rest of the workday on routine paperwork, snarling at misplaced files and seething at the stupidity of everyone else's report writing--when did Grammar die?

“I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.”

“I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in…”

“You can use my phone, if you’ll pay the roaming charges,” I said.“I need a land…”

“Was insanity really easier to accept than unconsciousness?”