After the place got well where I was chived, me and another screwed a place at Stoke Newington

My parents are Orthodox Jews. To them, intermarriage is considered a shanda.

Some of the fruit had turned black and shrunken — becoming, effectively, absurdly high-cost raisins.

Some men in the cellar were mixing mortar in trays with hoes. We watched them put sand and cement and lime and water together. Squush!