Here, too . . . are a kindly priest, a mysterious hermit, a good-hearted mother, a love-smitten young noblewoman, flashing swordplay, and taverns and palaces teeming with cooks and bakers and servants and idlers and criminals, all brought to vivid life by a well-chosen dozen-member cast of quick-change artists.

[…] every thing was now in a fairer train for Miss Crawford’s marrying Edmund than it had ever been before.

Dan Menaker handed me a pair of Groucho glasses as I entered the room.

If your elegious breath should hap to rouze / A happy tear, close harb'ring in his eye.