Sublime

He wore an archaically conservative dark-gray suit whose boxy look might have been actual flannel, and his dress shoes’ shine was dazzling when the classroom’s overhead fluorescents hit them at the proper angle. He seemed lithe and precise; his movements had the brisk economy of a man who knows time is a valuable asset.

wearing what appeared to be a ski mask, had rushed into a viewing

There was Captain Peter Moore, a small man, Dalí's business manager, on the end of a lead being led by an ocelot

Timmy Peterson takes a ball in the groin and goes down like a sack of refined flour.

Varian Fry was a hero, but he was also a maverick who flew in the face of American policy.

“Darryl Donovan, if I didn’t know better, I might think you were unfurling your freak flag for flying.” Freddie taught me that alliterative colloquialism on our road trip. He says he flies his freak flag wherever he goes to remind curmudgeons, haters, and the downtrodden that life is meant to be lived. It’s a solid maxim.