No other apt means had this Cicely, to work her hoddy-peak husband a proportionable plague to his jealousy, but to give his head a full lodging of infamy: she thought she would make him complain for something, that now was so hard bound with an heretical opinion.

No matter how melodramatic the story behind the music might be, most audiences won't buy atonalism; Arnold Schoenberg could have been devoured by escaped circus tigers while he was finishing the Variations for Orchestra and it would still get booed off the stage.

Like many other large resorts, the town operated electric tramways, with open-topped cars. The journey down the steep incline to the harbour must have been exhilarating at times, testing the brakes on the vehicles to the limit.

The scatological proletarianisms of Don Jonz reflect poorly on your heretofore high level of editorial standards.