It was going well.

Well, you ought to see her.

Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it.

“Well, after all,” I said, “he’s just an ignorant Mexican savage.”

“Well, these books are all scientific,” insisted Tom, glancing at her impatiently.

My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations.

Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the silver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people.

I lived at West Egg, the⁠—well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them.

I was rather literary in college⁠—one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the Yale News⁠—and now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the “well-rounded man.”