It was flood-tide along Fifth Avenue; motor, brougham, and victoria swept by on the glittering current; pretty women glanced out from limousine and tonneau; young men of his own type, silk-hatted, frock-coated, the crooks of their walking sticks tucked up under their left arms, passed on the Park side.

The police may be reticent to charge the alleged offender, prosecutors reticent to continue with the prosecution, and juries reticent to convict.

Sexualised Catholicism, at the dawn of MTV, was Madonna’s first stroke of kismet.

Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse