Teeth for the ladies; teeth for the gentlemen — at upwards of two pound ten a gnasher"

About 1730 the poet and squireen Huw Hughes wrote to the great scholar Lewis Morris that all the defenders of the old language had gone to sleep.

While little information is available, it probably is similar to spent brewers yeast slurry.

The matter of whether the world needs a fourth Ice Age movie pales beside the question of why there were three before it, but Continental Drift feels less like an extension of a theatrical franchise than an episode of a middling TV cartoon, lolling around on territory that’s already been settled.