The longer an event is anticipated-a milestone birthday, an eclipse, a new millennium-the more likely it is to be an anti-climax.
Ninety-five percent of all statistics, including this one, are bogus.
Should not the Society of Indexers be known as Indexers, Society of, The?
I turn over a new leaf every day. But the blots show through.
Lying in bed, I abandoned the facts again and was back in Ambrosia.
I cannot bring myself to vote for a woman who has been voice-trained to speak to me as though my dog has just died.