If it hadn't been for Bonnie's matrimania, in which I was completely complicit, I'm not sure my panic would have been so intense.

We will stagger the run so the faster runners can go first, then the joggers.

Don't you realize that's horseshit?

My dear sir, said Hube in an authoritative manner to the receptionist askancing Thales, "first of all, we aren't tourists. Secondly, this isn't a rat, this is the present embodiment of the spiritual leader of millions of people in India […]