But she's got — that is, she used to have — an uncle, the very rich, curmudgeony sort, you know, who never gave anyone a penny.

The bowl is in the Renaissance style, with winged figures supporting coronals and wreaths of flowers, and on the edge is an emblematic figure pouring out water.

Something in the chemistry of the female seems peculiarly adapted to the “franticity” of modern living — if the evidence of widows traveling abroad on the old man’s insurance money provides any yard stick.

Though his account of written communication over the past 5,000 years necessarily has a powerful forward momentum, his diversions down the fascinating byways of the subject are irresistible ...