an empty purse

The letter they sent was a goof-up; it was intended for someone else.

A vulture can wolf more than two pounds of meat in a minute; a sizable crowd can strip a zebra—nose to tail—in 30 minutes.

I've occasionally dreamed ideas for types of music. One was called reality score and it involved the use of samples. Every sound was sampled from a momentous historical recording-the snare drum was a recording of the shot that killed President Kennedy, and so on. I still think this could be great, but I don't have the necessary persistence and nerdery to actually get it done.