“Well, wasn't that a rat fuck?” said Raney, who was sitting in Karp's office with Fulton.

Engelhardt told me as we saw females with hyperswollen, rosy-red rear ends parade in front of potential mates.

Churchill, in this telling, was not just a racist but a hypocrite, a dissembler, a narcissist, an opportunist, an imperialist, a drunk, a strategic bungler, a tax dodger, a neglectful father, a credit-hogging author, a terrible judge of character and, most of all, a masterful mythmaker.

I said, never clip a dog's nails without a styptic pencil handy.