I’m chary of speaking too confidently about South Africa: my impression of things is pieced together from fragments of reportage and testimony.

There was a carillon, the sound of myriad glass bells pealing under the roof

Instead, they threw parties that followed a rigid script: first the guys would watch porn while the girls chatted among themselves. When the groups did interact, the guys would make a desultory show of chivalrous ardor, rolling their eyes at one another when they could without the girls noticing

inquiring into her sex life with such grotesque prurience that it led to the strengthening of New Jersey’s rape shield laws

Both boys were rapists, not just the one who had the brio to announce it so insouciantly.

The ensemble was both mufti and dishabille, conveying that the wearer was only really dressed when on the field, in full football or lacrosse regalia.

One almost had to admire Lindsey Graham’s deranged philippic

A paucity of private jokes indicates an uncool person, somebody who did not have enough friends, or whose friends did not have enough forbidden adventures, to build up that dense thicket of secret memories.

cheap portable irons or rechargeable Bluetooth headphones. More trundled through the Walmart Supercenter of Yucca Valley

according to the agitprop or many of our own self-rationalizations, this was precisely what we had volunteered for