So you'd say that paedophilia is normal to a Paedophile and incest is normal to an incestophile? Murder is normal for a murderer, too, I suppose? So in the end, words have no meaning. For someone who has just produced incestophyle to then whine that words have no meaning is grotesque without being funny.

Sky was set above earth, land ringed with sea, / Chaos retired to its own vacancy ….

In a desperate attempt to impress Laura, Bart begins bathing and sashaying about in a smoking jacket while sucking thoughtfully on a bubble pipe as part of his new pint-sized Hef persona.

These overwhelmingly male gatherings remind me of paparazzi flocks I’ve encountered. Like a reluctant celebrity, the Pallas’s “gropper” (twitchers have their own language, as well as paparazzi-style ripping yarns about this trip or that shot) was skulking in the bushes.