Book III, xxxv: His age was full of puissance and might, / Two sons he had to guard his noble eild. Book IV, xliv: Mine uncle govern'd in my tender eild.

You're not pregnant again? he inquired chattily. God, no. Fritzie shot his wad. Quite a wad, Mark approved.

Two jumbled chandeliers feature three-dimensional coconuts, or at least plasterlike casts of them.

Similarly, said Fraley, farmers were going to demand Bt cotton or Roundup-resistant soybean plants no matter where they went shopping for seeds. Monsanto would be the Microsoft of agriculture.