I feel so piggish and rabbitish in eating you out of all your vegetables, that I'm afraid to speak lest it should turn out grunting, and to shake my head for fear of feeling flappy at the ears.

Anacreon […] celebrated wine and love and must have been a rousing fellow. Probably he livened heaven when he arrived.

I bought some gift certs for my family for Christmas.

To them, we were the dope-smuggling hippie liberals, the prisoner lovers, the pillow fluffers. To us, they were the sadistic, mean-spirited, right-wing thugs.