His eyes were red, but his lashes were not beaded with fresh tears. He was something, this little toughie.

'Are you smoking ghanja?' 'What?' 'Texas tea, grass, greefo, hay, Mary Jane, pot?' 'Texas tea?' 'Have you been getting blasted?'

As we’re well into the 21st century, we might have hoped that all of that Freudian hooey about the Madonna-Whore Complex could have been ditched by now, but [Rena] Priest’s work suggests that our society is still impacted by those archetypes.

Every Government would espouse the common cause. A correspondence would be opened. Plans of resistance would be concerted. One spirit would animate and conduct the whole.