In this virtuous voyage of life hull not about like the ark, without the use of rudder, mast, or sail, and bound for no port.

Judith recruited me as the voice of the grass roots. I said rhubarb, rhubarb to oblige her, but I felt like a charlatan. I had mobilized out of a genuine sense of outrage at Cathy's treatment, but the demand to enter the Oxford Union was another matter.

oh, btw...when you consider the fet-clothing available out there, realize how many have a collar attached.

And, when she spake, Sweete wordes, like dropping honny, she did shed; And twixt the perles and rubins softly brake