Huzzah! Hopefully we'll get some fans, neo-fans and even fanlings to join us.

Like ballet and some forms of modern dance, thinspiration puts a premium on both agony and lightness.

The trouble is that the neddies in the Board of Trade would probably approve it.

Instead of answering, Professor Challenger entered, shook hands with myself and Lord John, bowed with ponderous insolence to Professor Summerlee, and sank back into a basket-chair, which creaked and swayed beneath his weight.