The moon blotted out the sun and all was dark.

“You know the police think I killed Marge, don't you?” “What a load of manure! I couldn't believe it when I read the paper.”

In its totality, the throneroom represents a complex play between convention and innovation in the sequence of ancient Mesopotamian art up to that point.

That is the essence of “Gossip Girl,” a semisatirical portrait of power and privilege in the private schools and penthouses of New York’s ultra rich.