[…] my mother’s pale arms emerged from the windings of her sheets and flailed in the air […]

I am convinced that many if not all the Quality in France were shirts of the finest holand, for tho' I never saw of them strip I have seen what is an equivalent proof, I have seen on the Bulwarks of Paris above twenty entire shirts hanging to dry that the best Gentlemen in England might wear without disparagement.

Here in Canuckistan, the mullahs who control the state media (the CBC) have decreed that the words fisherman and fishermen are somehow offensive to the ears of loyal Canuckistanis.

The photograph at left captures a great serve by Dr. Sadowsky, who will never forget one of Bobby Riggs's serves, which had such a great spin that it landed in his court and bounced back to the other side of the net before he had a chance to return it.