“I much prefer a quiet supper to one ofthese”—he was about to say “rat fucks,” but restrained himself—“one of these after-the-opening feeding frenzies in some designer shark tent.”

[…] in the middle of the day, when the sun was in the zenith, the violence of the heat was too great to stir out […]

absinthiated wine

Dwight L. Moody and John B. Gough, the great aquabib, had commanded attention […]