There exists what has come to be called the rurban fringe, an area occupied by tar paper shacks and stately estates, large commercial farms and one-acre part-time farms, golf courses and cemeteries, airports and obnoxious industries.

That pursuit for tithes ought, and of ancient time did pertain to the spiritual court.

I was cut out to be a jazzman the way the righteous are chosen for the church.

They're just like Ludds, them diegos — nothing but a load of scum. I've seen 'ow they live. O' course, we soldiers dwell in mud 'alf the time, but that's different. We're building an empire. But them diegos! Them Jimmies! Well, I tell you!