“How are you?” — “I'm well, thank you!”

I don't much care whether that creed is called socialism, bolshevism, Portilloism or Harvey's Law, I know what I stand for and am happy to defend it.

It is a world of seizing visual beauty, of shimmering whites and yellows that shift to glowing apricot, pink and violet with the sinking of the saturant sun.

Men bond through the womanhating they display in each other's presence through jokes or sexual harassment or stories of conquest.