The southwest corner is just bloodied. Roads are like skating rinks. It's just catastrophic.

The pedestrian gate on the southwest corner of the intersection had been manipulated, so that it was in the up position.

He's bloodied. He might be wounded. But he is going to get up, strap it on and take these things head on. He is by no means cowering. He is more passionate about standing tall than I've ever seen him.

As if on cue, Fiona appeared in another of the ballroom's multiple doorways. 'Beatrice! Oliver! How many times have I told you no skating in the house? I just had these floors refinished.'
'So that's why it's extra slippery today,' mused Oliver. 'Cool.

We had kind of painted ourselves into a corner.

No corner of the world is free from group scorn.