My father crotched the ewes before they gave birth, and then played midwife to entire flocks once they started lambing in late April, often with the help of Rusyn peasants who knew just when to show up every year and who seemed fond of my tall, independent father.

The pregnant woman should wear a wide-strapped bra that supports the breasts without causing nipple pressure.

When she sang, it was with a similar effect for him; when she played, she seemed only to celebrate the perishableness, the nothingness, of the music, and the pleasure it gave rise to: and her dress, which was always handsome and gracefully disposed, seemed ever to be on the verge, like the first disguises of the Columbine in a pantomime, of changing into the attire of a Carmelitess or Poor Clare.

If thou be the son of God, command that these stones be made bread.