He longs occasionally for human diet, His old Athenian fare: pilchards, for instance.

Guests at the new Anantara Resort Maldives, opened in September on a five-acre island in the South Male Atoll, can shove off at sunset to fish from an indigenous dhoni sailboat, trailing local tackle — that is, a baited hook on a fishing line.

And so the Stones somehow make Exile On Main St there, in a rigged-up studio in the basement.

Then G. A. R. did shoulder his burden and with much labor made footprints for a hostelry afar off, where he might put it in for safe keeping, while the venders of papers and the ragged blackers of boots followed in his train and pelted him […]