What happens to me when I cross the Piscataqua and plunge rapidly into Maine at a cost of seventy-five cents in toll? I cannot describe it. I do not ordinarily spy a partridge in a pear tree, or three French hens, but I do have the sensation of having received a gift from a true love.
-E.B. White, “Home-Coming”
Archive for September, 2011
las, aardvarks have an absence of opposable appendages. As one might assume, this makes it awfully awkward for them to apply an arcane apparatus to the act of abstracting the ale.