Smith himself can't fully explain the extended retail life of the eponymous product, offering that maybe his simple alliterative name is part of the cachet. Author Steve Rushin concurs, noting: “Somehow Goran Ivanisevic is somehow less rappable” (Rushin, 2016, p. 138). Smith says he still meets people who tell him: “I didn't realize you were an actual person, I thought you were just a shoe” ...

As I entered the room, the fire from the large square stove, where the logs were burning lustily, threw a red, flickering light through the wide-open door over the room, which was very deep, and furnished in the old style with high-backed Russia leather chairs, and one of those settees which were intended for farthingales and straight up-and-down positions.

[W]hile all mourned and honoured the dead, thou hast lived to merit our hate and execration—lived to unite thyself with the vile tyrant who murdered thy nearest and dearest— […]

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