Sublime

Death is everywhere, oppressive and beautiful.

donsy.

He wondered again at the easy, graceful manner in which the Roman lyricists accepted the fact of death, as if the nothingness they faced were a tribute to the richness of the years they had enjoyed; and he marveled at the bitterness, the terror, the barely concealed hatred he found in some of the later Christian poets of the Latin tradition when

Terry's jaw set at that.

malaprop.

Jenny’s dog only stands there, part black Lab, part stupid, looking at Jenny. Jenny looking at Hank.

turbid