Rumors of Princess Diana's said-to-be-imminent decampment for Manhattan — beyond her scheduled glamourama visit this week — are driving New York's celebrity-mad, boldface residents into a frenzy.

Then to his hands that writ he did betake, / Which he disclosing, red thus, as the paper spake.

The cows no longer huddled in fear beside the creek, but simply chewed their cuds under the night sky as they might chew cuds under any sky, fully adjusted to their barnless condition.

You know how kids listen to radio and all. I never listened to radio, I didn't never get into that rock-and-roll trip. I just listened to blues. It seemed real. The other stuff seemed so tacky, teenagey. It didn't seem to have any truth in it or something.