Vpon her eyelids many Graces sate, / Vnder the shadow of her euen browes, / Working belgards, and amorous retrate […]

The paranoia of the Turkish Sultan Abdul, the massacrist, did not go further. To him, as to us, the choice seemed 'Thy life or mine'.

Any epidemic outbreak causes understandable panic.

Habitually munching on narcotic leaves of khat, they are easy enough to spot, their gleaming Toyota four-wheel-drives slicing paths around beaten-up wheelbarrows and pushcarts.