He was a dreadful person, a bully to everyone else, but to me something infinitely worse. He made odious love to me, boasted of his wealth, said that if I married him I would have the finest diamonds in London, and finally, when I would have nothing to do with him, he seized me in his arms one day after dinner -- he was hideously strong -- and he swore that he would not let me go until I had kissed him.

When we’re Sundaying in the city, I like nothing better than to roll out of bed and head straight for Noshington on the corner of South Circular Road and Washington Street, for one of their hugely satisfying weekend brunch options.

This 60-second commercial, titled The Deficit Trials: 2017 A.D., . . . expresses a view that budget cuts are a moral imperative.

When a woman fails to give a man what he's supposedly owed, she will often face punishment and reprisal — whether from him, his himpathetic supporters, or the misogynistic social structures in [society].