On Sidney—and in less measure, of course, on K.—fell the real brunt of the disaster.
So he caught their minds as he had caught the Stick, swinging back from disaster.
Verily their way shall be filled with disaster; lo, then we shall rest.
On Mike's face was a map of disaster; the disaster might be trivial or great.
No good can come of it—no good has ever come of it—nothing ...