With the exception of the leader's boppish title tune, the album is filled with anarchistic jazz reduxes of Nichols, Ellington, Kurt Weill, and Cole Porter.

Summer squash can be okay, texturewise, but winter specimens have so little taste it's hardly worth it.

The envoy invoked the King of Kings's magnanimity to reduce his province's tribute after another drought.

Let me only say that it fared with him as with the storm-tossed ship, that miserably drives along the leeward land.