He was 'so overcome with the heat,' poor man! in lifting the mail-bag out of the cart, that he had to go and nobblerize at the 'Royal' before he felt equal to opening it.

He saw now clearly that the sole crew of the vessel was these two dead men, and though he could not see their faces, he saw by their outstretched hands, which were all of ragged flesh, that they had been subjected to some strange exceptional process of decay.

For those five days each month when we've been hormonally hijacked, there are women's health clinics to be defended, underpaid amigas at Mickey D's to be organized, and redwood trees to be protected.

Science knows it doesn't know everything; otherwise, it'd stop.