Washington, D.C., with its wide streets, confounding roundabouts, marble statues, Doric columns, and domes, is supposed to feel like ancient Rome (that is, if the streets of ancient Rome were lined with homeless black people, bomb-sniffing dogs, tour buses, and cherry blossoms).

Scene 2: 1459 If I could meet that fancy-monger, I would give him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him.

There was one tauhou preternaturally wary and, somehow, knowing […]

‘Keep your ears and eyes open, see what sticks, but for God's sake don't get us into trouble with the Swissies.’