Turns out Betsy Ross is the biggest lie your kindergarten teacher ever told you (except that Bubbles the class gerbil was moving to a farm upstate).

I had been feeling like a bowling-alley widow, but knew he loved the game, so I suggested we join a mixed league.

As light crept into the square and found her face and figure, the bed-gowned maidservant’s hair and eyes had reflected highlights of the golden stone shaping the house behind her.[…]Shortly after four in the afternoon, Jonys stood staring at the steps the bed-gowned maid had ascended at dawn.

But thou , whose noblesse keeps one stature still