Neruda was now completely preoccupied with writing Odes to Washerwomen, to Dead Millionaires and a switchbladed bit of verse called The United Fruit Company.

The pack is a heavy lug.

The enraged headsman spares no 'bad French' in explaining his motives.

With trepidation, but not embarrassment, I offer the thought that Mrs. Obama, a formerly disadvantaged alumna of Princeton and Harvard, to judge from her well-strategized appearances on national television in exiguous dresses and trousers, is as callipygian as Jennifer Lopez.