Driving through the USian landscape is like walking through cobwebs in an attic. No one is dying of hunger, but no one seems to be doing anything either. The only illegal migration taking place is from the USA into Canada.

I can do other things beside burglarizing. I'm a first-class crap dealer, I'm a pretty good card mechanic, pretty good dice mechanic.

A penguin or a clucking hen logically might satisfy the ascertainable criteria of birdness but remain somehow inapt for excavating focal meanings.

[…] he will stick at no falsehood, or hesitate at no crime, to attain his ends.