Parties bring my misantrophy into focus.

“And he rose, brontosaurus-like, to his place among the treetops.”

“Historical fact: People stopped being people in 1913. That was the year Henry F…”

“For the eternity that Lux Lisbon looked at him, Trip Fontaine looked back, and …”

“in Detroit, in July of 1967, what happened was no less than a guerrilla uprisin…”