Blue Öyster Cult Too clever by half to be heavy-metallers (though not too clever to deploy a Heavy Metal umlaut), the Cult's list of listenable songs goes nowhere near eleven.

Here on what Floridians call the Space Coast, where Route A1A changes into Astronaut Boulevard, a new spirit of hope has landed at the Moon Hut, home of the moonburger.

Or I imagined the bleachfields stretching westwards from Bedlam, saw the white lengths of linen spread out on the green grass and the diminutive figures of weavers and washerwomen […]

[S]he hastily retired, taking with her her little girl, whose eyes were all over blubbered at the melancholy news she heard of Jones, who used to call her his little wife, and not only gave her many playthings, but spent whole hours in playing with her himself.