I wasn’t involved in the fight; I was only an onlooker.

Then the chief rabbi again took bread and brake it and gave it to all that were withhim, and dipped it into the dish with the haroseth and the lettuce.

A healthy trepidation about microbes, lice and the like is the key to a happy prissy lifestyle.

Its lyrical, poetic flights seem much more at home in the romantic musings of two sisters competing for the attention of the new, handsome lector, a man hired to read stories to workers in a Florida cigar factory, who might otherwise be mesmerized by the repetitive boredom of their jobs.