Someone dragged me by my arms out onto the road, then shoved me, stumbling, down a paved road.
I opened my mouth, then shut it, then, very slowly, I held my hands up in front of me.
Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.
At the mention of the word mace, the guy looked scared and kind of melted back, though the crowd kept him moving forward.
I ended up stepping on her stomach as the crowd pushed me past her, but by then I don't think she was feeling anything.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
Money frees you from doing things you dislike. Since I dislike doing nearly everything, money is handy.