The Chief called the makeup editor to the stone, pointed to the story which had caught his eye, and suggested a fairly simple remake.

In Hoihow, the provincial capital, I stayed in the French Catholic Mission. Shortly after my arrival, the French Bishop Dominique Desperben led me to the flat roof of the mission. We looked over Hoihow, a dirty sprawling city of 250,000 people, many of them living in old two-story buildings made of mud and white plaster, across the narrow Hainan Strait to the Liuchow Peninsula on the mainland.

Among the supererotic turn-ons were the aromas of pumpkin pie, lavender, and doughnuts. Let it be known, however, that the supreme seductress of all smells proved to be that of the sexy, spice-laced cinnamon roll.

The vowel-coloring effects of the IH laryngeals cannot be considered apart from the vowel-reducing effect of the IH stress accent[…]