The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.
Betsy and Tacy Go DowntownMost personalities have been obliged to be rebels. Half their strength has been wasted in friction.
The Soul of Man Under SocialismShould she slam his head into the bar or toss her beer on him? Damn shame to waste good beer.
A Tale of Two Djinns