Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.

It's all about the “French Paradox,” that much-publicized puzzle of how French people eat all that fatty food and drink tons of wine, yet still manage to be svelte and sophisticated, not to mention cheese-eating surrender monkeys.

It’s interesting how Catholic and Buddhist monks both wear habits.

The dominant tree, often to the exclusion of many others, is Colophospermum mopane, commonly known as mopane or chanate.