Even though it was cloudy, there was still enough ceiling for the Blue Angels to perform a great show.

Themistocles […] said he could not fiddle, but yet he could make a small town a great city.

The English-speaking inspector smiled and asked me whether I was a Communist. I said that I was a poet and a great admirer of Victor Hugo. He said, “Well, I wouldn't wonder if a Negro-American had advanced ideas.”

Flamingo tongues were considered a delicacy in Ancient Rome.