The middle class isn't just mad about these developments; they're asking hard questions about the guy at the helm — something that should have been done more thoroughly by the lame-stream press before he took command of the deck.

Regretfully, the shaft of the stele is lost, and only the central part of its gable is preserved, featuring a bust of the goddess, flanked by two Erotes.

Five mail-order ice creams. Four pregnant women. Welcome to the mother of all taste tests.

His defence was so compact and effortless, the feet always in position so swiftly and so correctly, and the bat so brushingly close to the front foot or the body that it was again as of old as if each ball had been forejudged uncannily by some cricketer's act of clairvoyance.