In the puddling furnace the phosphorus exists as a metallic phosphoret.

She walked right by / The poor woman didn't know / She had a frontal wedgie / A cameltoe

We prate about our civilisation and humanity, but those of us who do not carry hypocrisy to the length of self-deception know that underneath our starched shirts there lurks the savage, with all his savage instincts untouched. Occasionally he may be wanted, but we never need fear his dying out. On the other hand, it seems unwise to over-nourish him.

Maxine has joined her sister Brooke's state-of-the-art health club Megareps around the corner but isn't quite used yet to this nightly spectacle of yups on treadmills, plodding to nowhere while watching CNN or the sports channels […]