She's a pure Oreo. You know, like the cookie, black outside and white inside.

Aspirins and beer for breakfast; the breakfast of champions.

What is a wife but a pretended stumbling-block in the man's path, who has his way to make in the world?

As ever, I blame 1970s experimentalists: never in modern times since that decade’s architecture can an idea have gone so blitheringly wrong nor been adhered to with such tenacity in the face of all contrary evidence than in the fragile sphere of education.