Hattie Reed kept a close eye on the boar hog. The moment she entered the sow pen, the hog lifted itself off the ground with a snort and trudged over to the fence that separated the two pens.
I had this enormous energy inside me—a big swallowing thing, all muscle and throat. It seems far away now, but…
Into The Grand American Day
Lou Gehrig walked with his stout, stern mother through the cavernous Waiting Room of Pennsylvania Station. He was carrying an enormous, leather, time-scratched portmanteau.