We have a custome, that when one sneezes, every one els putts off his hatt, and bowes, and cries God bless ye Sir.
Retuning to Gotham, he came to intimately know Manhattan's speakeasy scene. “At a speakeasy,” Hirschfeld acknowledged, “you had to be known to get in...each place had its own clientele.” Membership cards, really fake IDs, were common.
We walked up the crooked path to the top of the hill.
[…] scrupulous attention had to be paid to the reality of the here and now lest liberalism misstrike the balance between the desire for freedom and the desire for equality […]
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