I Fear You May Become A Lonely

Theophilus Crowe's Mobile Phone Played Eight Bars Of "tangled Up In Blue" In An Irritating Electronic Voice That Sounded Like A Choir Of Suffering Houseflies, Or Jiminy Cricket Huffing Helium, Or, Well, You Know, Bob Dylan.

Nothing Evokes The Prurient Like Puritanism.

It's Very Difficult To Stay Angry When A Room Full Of Bald Guys In Orange Robes Start Giggling. Buddhism.

Moses Should Have Said "let My People Go. Please."

The Prospect Of Change Is A Many-fanged Beast, My Dear.