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Teilhard de Chardin says somewhere that man's most agonizing spiritual dilemma is his necessity for food, with its unavoidable attachments to suffering. Who would disagree.

and the heart, if it is still alive, feels something— a yearning for which we have no name but which we may remember, years later, in the darkness, from "A Fox in the Dark

What some might call the restrictions of the daily office they find to be an opportunity to foster the inner life.

Brevity would have made the whole thing ineffectual, for what Whitman is after is felt experience. Experience only, he understands, is the successful persuader.

Or, how sweet just to say of a great, burly man: he's a honey.

There," Annie said. "You look just like a mother kangaroo.

Cool," said Jack. Florence tucked Jack's blanket tighter around him. "There, soldier. Warmer now?

Can you do me a great favor?" he asked. "I would be most grateful." "Of course," said Annie.

She waved a dinosaur book

Lucy pulled on her coat and her life belt. Annie helped William put his on.

with seal fat. Clothing was made from sealskin. And knives and needles were carved from seal bones. "He must be boiling seal meat," said Jack. "The poor seals," said Annie. The seal hunter looked up.

Kinsey wanted Dellenback to film his own staff. There are three ways to read that sentence, all of them true.

The feminist in me, who is small and sleeps a lot but can be scrappy when provoked, took umbrage at this description.

Medicare reimbursement code for maggots: CPT 99070.

Here is what William Beaumont had to say about saliva: "Its legitimate and only use, in my opinion, is to lubricate the food to facilitate the passage of the bolus through the [esophagus]." Beaumont was right about some things, but he was dead wrong about spit.

Borman much later admitted that he was, as Cernan wrote in his memoir, "sick as a dog* all the way to the moon.

If it's exceedingly nasty," Reed told me, "they will actually drag their tongue on the bedding to try to get it off." Clearly taste matters to them.

The public filed past Elmer in his casket, looking every bit the soldier and nothing at all the decomposing body.

He's the winningest guy I know, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart, which is the part that comes before the top.

And that if you did tell them the details, they might change their minds and withdraw consent.

No one moved to get the whisky, from which I judged there were three pocket flasks ready for emergency.

Way to pronoun, Saunders says.

Despite this pressure, Rodgers and Hammerstein wouldn't cut it—and if you license South Pacific legally, neither can you.

My spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.