You know what, Stan, if you want me to wear 37 pieces of flair, like your pretty boy over there, Brian, why don't you just make the minimum 37 pieces of flair?

Medicare data was younged by a month to achieve conformity with the conventional completed ages recorded in the census.

Did I not dispute a whole afternoon with another young man about the necessity for character, only to learn at the end of it that he didn't know what character was. He supposed it was 'something narrow and priggish—like what deacons used to be'. And he, mind you, was in his twenties, and claimed, ore rotundo, to be a Whitmanite, a Shavian, and a socialist.

And then of course humans tend to make more of a fuss over animals we can relate to – because they stand on two legs or live in charming family units, or are unthreateningly charismatic.