With his susceptibility to ridicule and parody, his air of furtive portentousness, his apocalyptic Manichaean vision of purity overtaken by disease, his dazzling displays of the uncanny intuitive skills that sometimes accompany obsession, he was a pulp-fiction Dostoyevsky, an author he admired above all others.
He admired this particular author above others.
He hated this particular author.
Moscow will be denying soon.
The dog walkers are walking cats.
It took a lot of engineering to create a city with a harbor that size.
Areas stay in or out of fashion but don't fluctuate.
Crossfire needs to be respected more.
Two polo players play polo.