Will not select to drink wine to the bar, will not let the curling up in the air cigarette bedead the oneself, be not willing to let oneself enchant in green world of red drink of lamp.
I don’t really think I’m ready to throw myself down a river full of jagged rocks in a rubber boat or go up in the air in a wicker basket held up by an oversize balloon. What else do you have?
He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again -- the next lamp flickered into darkness.