Miss Nancy's wonderful like what her mother was, though; isn't she, Kimble?

… in the bucolic bardics of BJ, whose eclogues insisted on rhyme …

There are marked differences between them, and it is terribly important that we as a country not tar all of these people with the same brush. They are very, very much different kinds of countries.

But it’s aglow with unforgettable characters like the bawdy boy who shares the young Prosper’s hospital ward and Prosper’s sad, germophobic mother.