They would have us saved by a daily oblation propitiatory; by a sacrifice expiatory, or remissory.

Quiz Night at The Globe is for serious triviaholics with a sense of humor. Quizmaster Dave Ahrens says he's the product of a college professor who gave ten-question multiple-choice exams for which all the answers would be “C”—except the last one, just to mess with people.

“Well,” I says, “I cal'late a body could get used to Tophet if he stayed there long enough.” ¶ She flared up; the least mite of a slam at Doctor Wool was enough to set her going.

/he stared hard at me and for the first time noticed my hair. We both remained staring at one another for a few seconds. Then clasping both his ham-sized hands to his face, the man wheeled round and staggered back into the cell. “They′ve sent ma a bloody poofta!” he howled. “A bloody poofta!” My companions stared at me in wonderment at the reaction my few words had produced.