“Let's go, Ravenclaws!” Kristen cheered loudly. Lizbeth laughed and nudged her in the arm. “You're such a dork,” she told her. “They're just warming up.”

During a policy discussion awhile back about New York issues, when Mr. Clinton began to pontificate, she told him that he did not exactly know what he was talking about and to hush up.

But the feareful, and vnbeleeuing, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and ſorcerers, and idolaters, and all lyars, ſhall haue their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimſtone: which is the ſecond death.

THANK goodness for the Kallang Roar and the Kallang Wave.