[…] and of course she has the most Belgravian connection, my dear she's ushered half the peerage onto the planet, so that what I don't know about the insides of the aristocracy and their habits in the home, […]

MeToo, that vast and disembodied and ongoing protest march, has been subject to similar dynamics: the big tent, flinging its flaps ever wider; the entropic impulse as both a matter of promise and a matter of peril.

Nothing makes liberals sport a hate-boner more than the word oil.

It represents in Basso Relievo an huge caldron, or vessel, in which are a king and a queen, and a man standing by it pours water upon the head of the king, who is praying with his hands joined. This he supposes to describe the baptism of some prince, performed by immersion immersion and superinfusion.