The living culture was all but strangled by an obsessive archeolatry, and by the systematic attempt to create an artificial, 'pure' language (the so-called katharevousa) that, cleansed of all 'non-Greek' pollution, closely resembled its long-dead classical forebear.

I was even more excited to tailor it with a choice of dressings — blue cheese, ranch, French, Russian, Italian, creamy Italian.

One day they unearthed some bones in a sandhill that Mr Shinglar said were of the labyrinthodon, a great sloth-lizard that roamed in forests submerged for a thousand thousand years.

She turned her umbrella against the wind.