Of course, the charge that I attempted to thrust out Tib's eye with an ironshod fending pole was perjurious nonsense.

I can still remember the sensation of being carried by her, what it felt like to put my face into the soft crook between her shoulder and her neck, the smell of her perfume and shampoo. I remember her momness.

We bought three beef calves this morning.

Beadle discovered that genes carried instructions to build proteins—complex, multidimensional macromolecules that were the workhorses of the cell.