Adam, in a horrid state, rouses himself up and searches about, no one to be seen.
The hypnotist’s voice is a glacial lake: smooth, distant, cold, and piercing.
I just wish I had my freedom.
I confess it again and again.
you do not have to promise me anything
The collective standing of forty civil servants in unison either signals lunch or end of day.
You really took me by surprise.