The intelligent, like the unintelligent, are responsive to propaganda.
The music critic, Huneber, could never quite make up his mind about a new symphony until he had seen the composer's mistress.
Chopin--Two embalmers at work upon a minor poetthe scent of tuberosesAutumn rain.
Only a jackass ever talks over his affairs with a woman, whether she be his sweetheart, wife, or sister, or mother.
Anyhow, the hole in the donut is at least digestible.
The net effect of Clarence Darrow's great speech yesterday seemed to be precisely the same as if he had bawled it up a rainspout in the interior of Afghanistan.