You must not butcher beef on an Ember day but you may cut it up.

But Bruce wasn't done baiting the jocks. He fishtailed the car; it swerved and reversed direction, heading straight for the three jocks who were chasing them on foot. It looked like he was going to run the car over the three men.

His broad a's and hard r's forever marked him as a son of the Midwest.

For man will hearken to his glozing lies, / And easily transgress the sole command.