“Drew a knife on us,” one muttered, with the sullen rage of the bully who feels wronged when resisted. - Avram Davidson

Suppose Sisyphus to have been acquitted his need of forever toiling up his hill in Hell, would he have made the last journey in joy? Or would mere fatigue have extinguished all other emotion, as a torch extinguished in a sconce?

Bloodgood Bixbee knew nothing about art, but he knew what he didn’t like.

“Don’t you see?”
They did not see. This is the way things were done. Things were done this way. Things weren’t done another way. You did things the way you did things. You didn’t do things the way you didn’t do things.