O Love! were you the hooded hawk upon my hand that flutters, Its collar-band of gleaming bells atinkle as I ride,

George is a loyal and loving husband.

No Day Like Sunday is becoming a chic weekly institution among the snooty and glam lesbian set.

Rather than indulge in historical oneupmanship – who knows, maybe the scratchings around the cave paintings were the first primitive hypertext links? – we will begin our brief overview of the history of hypertext in the same era as the birth of the technology which supports it.