The place is small and incommodious, the pictures are out of sight and ill-lighted, the custodian is rapacious, the visitors are mutually intolerable, but the shabby little chapel is a palace of art.

These aren't classic records (despite the label tide) and one immediately recognizes that, despite being surrounded by Ellingtonians, albeit a reduced personnel, Johnny played his best work with Duke himself.

If I bump you with my car -- and I will -- Liam knew his smile was smug -- you can shout me a batterd sav and a beer. Knowing Lucy, she'll have salad sandwiches packed for the picnic tea.

Signor Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my monies, and my usances: