He's two for two tonight.

If with myself I hold intelligence, Or have acquaintance with mine own desires; If that I do not dream, or be not frantic— As I do trust I am not—then, dear uncle, Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your Highness.

The traditional remedy is a bitter preparation made from steamed herbs.

The tiny chimes clinged the hours and quarters against his right and Kate's left ear. They counted nine and three-quarters.