I'm planning to livestream the football game this weekend.

Religion has become either wimpishly workaday, or terminally crazy, or merely businesslike—confusing spirituality with charitable donations.

In 1321 he built a huge turreted palace a short distance north of Avignon with an accompanying pleasure garden leading down to the River Ouvèze at Sorgues.

Seemingly here was an intruder who was violating custom. Moreover, the partners had come to look upon this exceedingly rich district as their exclusive property. And so their indignation was extreme. The low-down, ornery cuss! said Dobbs. The nerve of him, crowdin' in on us, just as if there wasn't lots of other places for him to go!