Hot ticket. Cold communications.
A reprise on the Trans Canada Trail.
A faint-hope rant.
Seen any Puritans lately?
She’s a good girl, she is. Isn’t she?
Talk amongst yourselves.
No honking either, I guess.
“When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.” “The question is,” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean so many different things.” “The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty, “which is to be …
Every society needs its myths.