Each vibration, a divine song In the furious exposition. The restless dance goes on and on Till finite force fills infinite horizon, Till the booming bang of the lifeful Om Reaches back its creative womb.

The President of the United States volunteered, in the very note which protested Bulganin’s failure to keep promises made at Geneva, the observation that “effors are being made” in the U. S. S. R. “to eradicate some of the evils of an earlier period.”

I sat on a parked car's hoot watching, eating a porkchop sandwich I'd bought at a nearby food booth.

Do you go there often?