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Dr. Chen, a diminutive Chinese of mandarin manners and a posture almost as stiff in its way as Carter's own.

She wished that she could be called Coeur d'Alene as a description, rather than as an excuse, reasons, prescription, placebo, prediction, or diminutive.

It made no mention of her tiny hands that seemed hardly large enough to encircle a male organ, nor of her diminutive mouth whose cavity one would have thought unable to receive a fully engorged member.

He had robin's-egg eyes speckled with green, a dimple in his chin so deep you wanted to heal it with a kiss.

He dug down between the seats, looking for loose change, and when he'd collected enough dimes and nickels he got out of the car and went over to the kiosk.

These psychic extravaganzas are produced by stage managers from the underworld, from dimensions invisible to humans with our limited mindset, worlds above us and below us, before and behind us, surrounding and pervading us.

As Lady Fairfax had grown dimmer, the girl reported, she had placed a dreadful curse on the Fairfaxes, past and future, and her monstrous shrieks had echoed in the air long after she herself was invisible.

For the children - thick-skinned, resistant to ultraviolet - he's a creature of dimness, of the dusk.

But here he was, and apparently quite confident that none of the four men in the train's dimly lit compartment would notice his presence.

I can't explain why it should have been so, but I found those dimensions deeply satisfying, and when I held the notebook in my hands for the first time, I felt something akin to physical pleasure, a rush of sudden, incomprehensible well-being.

On Saturday afternoons my big sister Celine and her friends walked idly past the shop, looking in the dim window and commenting loudly, daring each other to obscenities and laughing at the top of their voices until Biddy flew out, shouting at them, hairy face and bony body clenched and shaking with anger like an impotent Rumpelstiltskin, and the girls ran off shrieking with half-simulated fear.

Not just how children play—rejoicing in the delights of silliness, perfecting their coordination, or rehearsing the rules of courtship and society—but a special dimension of adult play.

Deep play always involves the sacred and holy, sometimes hidden in the most unlikely or humble places—amid towering shelves of rock in Nepal; crouched over print in a dimly lit room; slipping on AstroTurf; wearing a coconut-shell mask.

They often address each other in baby talk, using the same diminutives and endearments parents lavish on children.

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