A few hours ago this all made some kind of sense.
I wasn't sure about this, and yet it made a certain kind of sense.
Well, that was the kind of sense this place seemed likely to make.
Somehow or other, they don't seem to have any kind of sense.
Nothing seems to fit or make any kind of sense.
And what kind of sense did that make, after all?
It made no kind of sense to me, and I said as much.
It made a kind of sense, but for one thing: the baby.
Everything was starting to make at least some kind of sense now.
It made no kind of sense, but I had one thought a body couldn't get around.