I came face-to-face with her on the battlefield recently. Resistance vs. Roekaar. My favorite mother looked at me with the kindness and empathy that I remembered… then she shot me.

Remembering how even the pious people accepted nude bathing 65 years ago, I'm somewhat confused as to why, in this age when Penthouse, Playboy, Playgirl and the rest are never far out of reach, and are so close to respectability that an interview with a president may be featured in Playboy or one with Jerry Falwell may make the pages of Penthouse - why so many people still get up tight because a few other people want to hang their clothes on a hickory limb and go barebum in the water.

She had attended a conference of psychs at which he had presided and they had taken a fancy to each other.

[I]nſtead of Honey, Rob of Elder, Conſerve of Roſes, or Syrup of Violets; Glyſters, Pedilavia of emollient Decoctions with Nitre; or Elder, Vinegar, or Focus's of the ſame, applied with Sponges behind the Ears, to the Armpits, Groins, Hams, &c. or with Barley-water and a little Roſe-vinegar.