I can see one of them clearly now, walking
along with a newspaper tucked under his arm.
he has cut himself shaving and a bit of tissue
with a circle of blood is stuck to his cheek,

In all my experience along the dirtiest ways of this dirty little world, I have never met with such a thing as a trifle yet.

He refused to elaborate; he wouldn't give any details as to what that meant.

He who is without a newspaper is cut off from his species.

I was the fattest baby in Clark County, Arkansas. They put me in the newspaper. It was like a prize turnip.

"Upon shaving off one's beard." The scissors cut the long-grown hair; the razor scrapes the remnant fuzz. Small-jawed, weak-chinned, bug-eyed, I stare at the forgotten boy I was.