The neighborhood, to our ears, seemed haunted by approaching footsteps; and what between the dead body of the captain on the parlor floor, and the thought of that detestable blind beggar hovering near at hand, and ready to return, there were moments when, as the saying goes, I jumped in my skin for terror.

Thus, while it is tempting to unabashedly celebrate Eckstein and Her Universe as a counterpoint to Chris Hardwick and Nerdist, we need to be mindful that other female fantrepreneurs will not be similarly positioned to be personally handed a license to produce Star Wars merchandise by George Lucas after complaining about a lack of t-shirts featuring their character on a hit television series.

A sixty-first of 1220 is 20.

My stars! He was mad; mad as a wet hen. He was so mad he looked, as big as he was, to be actually swelled.