I should perhaps warn you that I am about to faint from anxiety and general depression, though. The film I saw last night was especially grueling, a teen-age beach musical. I almost collapsed during the singing sequence on surfboard.

Oh, New Orleans is such freedom.

You could tell by the way he talked, though, that he had gone to school a long time. That was probably what was wrong with him.

It will all end very badly, Gus

Veneration of Mark Twain is one of the roots of our current intellectual stalemate.

Once a person was asked to step into this brutal century, anything could happen

This liberal doxy must be impaled upon the member of a particularly large stallion.