Saul Bellow

New hope freshened his heart.

And now others, casually regardant, passed the place in automobiles ….

His head was shaped like a busby, a high solid arrogant rock, covered with thick moss.

Cranks like Rousseau made solitude glamorous, but sensible people agreed that it was really terrible.

You seem pleasant and harmless with your dark ingenu eyes and your nice Midwestern manners.