Luce, thou art drunk, Luce ; far gone in almond-milk :

“[…]. This helluv hurts.” We grownups burst out laughing, and I hugged her bony adolescent shoulders.

Even now, in the spring, the river softly cries, 'Menthol, Menthol, you are one wazoo. One day I'm the elf next door and the poof I'm a river.'

In order to highlight the extremity of the New York hypertax, assume a Florida resident decedent dies with a $10 million estate consisting of Florida realty and tangible personal property of $1 million; […]