Sublime

dovetailed:

custodians

Babette, disheveled, has the careless dignity of someone too preoccupied with serious matters to know or care what she looks like.

He showed the white object under his arm, which was a tiny Maltese puppy, one of nature’s most naive toys. ‘It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets,’ said Dorothea, whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation.

‘What comet?’ ‘Thomas! Do you never look up? They call it Hale–Bopp. It’s been on the news.’ ‘Hale–Bopp,’ said Thomas. ‘I see. I never watch the news.’ He raised the planisphere towards the editor. ‘I have no interest in astronomy. This comet could crash through the window and land on the carpet and I’d have nothing to say about it.’

quixotic

anthropomorphically.”