Uh, Jay, what got into you? Some kind of turgid word virus? Is there any other explanation for this sentence?
Wilmerding is aimless and passive in a Oblomovian way that is, we sense, meant to be representative in terms of his chrysalis stage in life and the dictates of the genre.
The whole damned review sounds like that. And on the front page, no less. How could you let it out of the house, and how could they have let it in?
— Tireless Staff of Thousands
