…said Perry, whose voice was both gentle and prim – a voice that, though soft, manufactured each word exactly, ejected it like a smoke ring issuing from a parson’s mouth.
A Weapon Struck
He had merely fallen face down across the bed, as though sleep were a weapon that had struck him from behind.
Exceptional Happenings
Like the waters of the river, like the motorists on the highway, and like the yellow trains streaking down the Santa Fe tracks, drama, in the shape of exceptional happenings, had never stopped there.
…Umph. That’s almost music. Truman Capote. From In Cold Blood.