When the sweat comes back this summer, 1528, people say, as they did last year, that you won't get it if you don't think about it.

But trains have changed. Gone are the uppers and lowers, partitions and cranks, and the green velour; only the porter remains, the same man, I think, a black man with palms the color of shrimp and a neck swollen with dislike.

It was unlikely […], but if he had torn his aorta, anticoagulation could cause the patient to bleed to death.

Everybody was out. Young girls warmly wrapped and driving fearlessly; family parties driven by be-bonnetted and be-furred coachies;