Besides, if it wasn't poison, it might be 'snow' or something.

Kidlings thus, and the goats I beheld, and the hound and the houndling, Alike in the make: wonder were not the greater and small I compar'd, Vainly, for Rome, magnificent Rome!

Negativity toward asexuality can make emerging aces fear that something is wrong with them.

He's down in the dumps because nobody wants to buy his art and his wife died, while she's got a case of the gloomies in response to public apathy for the plight of the underclass. Their grown-up troubles form an odd angle with the purportedly innocent feel-goodery, and ultimately betray the film's cross purposes.