He puzzles that no one nowadays makes use of the elaborate terminology for degrees of nonwhiteness: quadroons and octoroons, mestizos and zambos and the rest.

For good nautical fun, nothing beats the blizzardy, icebergy waters of the North Sea.

How about an après ski massage? Well, it’ll cost you $80 for fifty minutes at the Aspen Club, tip included. Thank goodness.

Now it so happened that Francis was Mrs. Clarke's favourite: whether from having seen the least of him, or from the great difference between them—two common causes of liking—or because she felt some sort of vanity in her near relationship to so very fine a gentleman, are points too curious to be decided by any but a metaphysician.