While semiposh lodges like the Egremont Inn are charming and cozy, smaller operations like the Weathervane Inn are just as friendly ... and cheaper.

Under fire when this magazine is emptied you shout for “ammo” but perhaps No. 2, the ammo carrier, is lying in the rear with a bullet through his napper. Then it's “napoo-fini” (Tommy's French) for Mr. Lewis.

If the person under consideration suffers error in the matter of his volitional activities he may be said to have misintcnded when his act of will turns out to be ill-advised. The act is called a misintention.

Man, somehow that weirds me out more than the whole bloodsucking thing.