But it’s aglow with unforgettable characters like the bawdy boy who shares the young Prosper’s hospital ward and Prosper’s sad, germophobic mother.

… in the bucolic bardics of BJ, whose eclogues insisted on rhyme …

There are marked differences between them, and it is terribly important that we as a country not tar all of these people with the same brush. They are very, very much different kinds of countries.

Miss Nancy's wonderful like what her mother was, though; isn't she, Kimble?