I have them all in my closet. I have never been beaten in Maine.

All this time as a mad scientist why didn't he have a shrink ray or stun gun in his closet somewhere? He had been wasting his life.

San Antonio can be beaten.

He took like twelve shirts from my closet.

They were walking along a roadway of great slabs of stone set down one after another, the beginning and end of which they could take in at a glance, a road rising from and heading toward nowhere now.
"You can't get there from here," William said, using a Down East accent. "Anymore." Maine, they thought of Maine, then. Evidently this truncated road could still carry them as far away and as long ago as that.

Plum Creek totally failed to listen to Maine people. What we have today is the same development in essentially the same places.