Barth arrived at the conference early and answered many questions after his talk.

Barthes argued that every cultural artifact is a text waiting to be read.

The archivist cataloged three barths recovered from the shipwreck.

When the storm hit, the farmer hurried the cattle into the old barth by the hedgerow.

At the reunion, the Barths reminisced about their childhood summers by the lake.

The antique shop displayed a curious Bartholomew baby in the window, its painted face smiling even without any joints.

I visited Barthomley last summer to see the medieval church and enjoy the quiet countryside.

The Bartholomews brought an old map that might show where their ancestors settled.

Barthesians often debate whether the author's intent should limit a text's meaning.

Her Barthelmean prose, spare and observant, captures the small absurdities of suburban life.