My bubbe's inability to write in English turned out to be a blessing: she pressed me into service as her scribe at an early age.

What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a feeling of bliss—absolute bliss!—as though you'd suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle, into every finger and toe?

OMG, for a second I thought you were Cameron Mason! ISTG you just did an impeccable impression of the way he came across at one point when he was attacking me. (No offence intended to Cameron here, but he did sound that way.)

As coconut crabs live on the land, the aesthetascs on their antennae are shorter and blunter than those of other crabs and look more like those of insects.