It drummed tackily to gather my attention, coughed, spat, cleared its throat, and, on the eve of that portentous communication, retired up stage as a multitude whispering.

July 31 Northern Taiwan. The second typhoon to lash Taiwan in a week struck the towns of Taipei, T'ao-yuan, and Nan-t'ou; at least 38 persons were killed.

I saw the picador lance the bull.

If you breathe on a mirror, it will fog up.