Next day, he returned with a camel-saddle of equal beauty, the long brass horns of its cantles adorned with exquisite old Yemeni engraving.

I've lost touch with all my old schoolmates: I only see them at class reunions.

His art and his story are like few others, and so is the museum’s inspired installation: a single, long corridor with cabinetlike rooms of paintings on either side and, at the very end, against a sea-green wall, a life-size doll with giant bat wings floating overhead.

Armado. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. Costard. O! marry me to one Frances: I smell some l'envoy, some goose, in this.