(Alackaday, this is what Broadway has come to — not only was I the only man wearing a tie in a crowd of bejeansed yokels, but an audience member opened a bag of chips during Act III.)

Hepaticology, outside the temperate parts of the Northern Hemisphere, still lies deep in the shadow cast by that ultimate closet taxonomist, Franz Stephani—a ghost whose shadow falls over us all.

He managed to catch her attention.

I believe in a visionary and compassionate conservatism