De Toni’s placing the quadrate form in Amphitetras and the sextate in Nothoceratium is of course indefensible.

I could use a drink. My car could use a new coat of paint.

As crude a weapon as the cave man’s club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life—a fabric on the one hand delicate and destructible, on the other miraculously tough and resilient, and capable of striking back in unexpected ways.

My friends told me to call my teachers a piece of shit when I was at school. I bitched out.