To call this music bland is to ignore the down-the-drain vocal fade-aways, the extended sax sustains […]

Young ladihood, however, was Lady Mary’s veneer but not her substance, to judge from what is probably her second-earliest extant letter, written in 1709 to a friend still to be discussed:[…]

Your birthday was in the drying and browning month of my mother's death. I took how Summer tossed your heart at me and made a cornucopia of a snake, my crown. Snake's tongue begathers Winter's sway.

We don't care much to figure out terms like brolly (umbrella) and sleeping policeman (speed bump).