Jacqueline was so named simply because their mother had liked the ring of the word, sounding Parisian and worldly and auguring, to her mind, a good life.

The woollen abolla also dated back to republican days and was fastened in the same way.

[…] We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never / Yields us kind answer.

I didn’t mean to push the boundaries by sending my boss a message on Saturday night.