The unconscious is full of artful subterfuge; it shapes our unplanned utterances with unforeseen forethoughts – or foreforms, if one permits such things, for the mind is a repository of hidden and ready formations, a dark library of grammars whose nature is to make possible the inspired and the rash: dreams, talk, solemn unbreakable vows.

Each unit of scrip you buy entitles you to one acre of the choicest land in North America.

Pull me over, try to check my slab

A child's sucking of his teeth, known classically as a Bajan chupse, when done in response to a parent's order to do something...