Cæsar's dust - or is it Alexander's? - may stop a bunghole, but the functions of these dead Cæsars of the past was to light up a savage fetish dance.

He beat about and pecked the net until his mate was liberated, and, throating a song of gratitude, the bird he freed flew to the sky.

I do not look to the White House for irony, but the extent to which the Obama bliss is premised upon such undisabused belief vexes me. Credulity is a poor foundation for conviction.

Black AIDS activists were caught in the middle of a nearly yearlong series of zaps.