These overwhelmingly male gatherings remind me of paparazzi flocks I’ve encountered. Like a reluctant celebrity, the Pallas’s “gropper” (twitchers have their own language, as well as paparazzi-style ripping yarns about this trip or that shot) was skulking in the bushes.

Bedell Smith was a shopkeeper's son from Indiana who rose from buck private to general without the polish of West Point or a college degree.

Marie-Louise emerged from the girls' tent, wrapped in a fleece. She sat down by Jess. It is wonderfool now zat Jodie is feelingue bettair, she said.

The majority of the world would declare themselves cisgender; however those of non-cisgender identity are, of course, an important and ever growing presence in society.