Her latest album, “Memoirs of an Imperfect Angel,” is her best work yet, a warmer and more subtle album that makes her more relatable to those of us who aren’t Mariah die-hards—or “lambs,” as she refers to them.

The man was about thirty-five, very handsome, extremely well-dressed, with striped trousers, a black Homburg and a Burberry raincoat.

We've received an interesting letter from a Mrs. Miggins of London.

[A]t first the slightest suggestion of approach drove us into the scullery in heart-throbbing retreat.