Child-trouble widened her brown eyes as she turned them on the shrouded figure stiffly outlined by the sheet, now partly screened by the mosquito-net.

The title lyric, the only part of the original Yiddish preserved by Cahn, was a mondegreen waiting to happen—“My Mere Bits of Shame” and “My Beer, Mr. Shane” were among the earliest recorded mishearings—but the language barrier didn't […]

These sounders have produced a wealth of information not only about the distribution of electrons in the topside but also about the response of plasma when the transmitter is embedded in it.

But the claim that love of certain sorts—romantic, maternal, filial—is nonfungible means that this emotion is directed only to the particular individuals who manifest those properties.