Some people, whom I hate, are the same weight they were in college. There is always tailoring, of course, which Zhang can clearly afford.

On my last trip to the Louvre I discovered that my credit card was missing, and after my life passed before my eyes it turned out that I had left it at the restaurant the night before and by the grace of God they still had it. Then I had to catch a train, so I only had an hour to see whatever I could see, so I saw…

If I see one more couple barging into the bedroom, frantically tearing their clothes off...

When she didn’t like a movie she didn’t just dismiss it but went on for pages about why it was bad.

I saw this movie when it came out, and couldn’t sleep for a week. Then I read the book, and couldn’t sleep for a week.

So USA’s offerings for Tuesday night TV-viewing are: rape, rape, rape, murder, spies ‘n’ fighting, rape, and murder.

I don’t remember if the group had been mentioned by name before this season, so I kept hearing “Dayus Group”, and then when I saw the name on the post-it on Philip’s wall I thought “Ohhh...”

Okay, librarian here: What twit underlined those passages in ink? I don’t care if it’s their personal copy.

To paraphrase the British writer E. Nesbit, “It is not stealing if you take a packet of ketchup from the restaurant/block of Post-its from work/piece of chalk from the schoolroom, but it is if you take the whole box.” This has remained my yardstick.

Having been through my share of life-traumas, I find that not watching the show at all is a very good strategy, as is turning it off when it gets unnecessarily unpleasant. Descriptions such as “graphic violence”, “disturbing”, “brutal”, mean “Nope, nope, and nope.”

Whenever my cat had a litter of kittens, back in the early Sixties when nobody thought about spaying, I used to sell them for a dollar each. I’d never heard of free kittens. Never had to send any to the pound. I mean, I ask you: a kitten, or a dollar. Which would you rather have?

My understanding is that he may take George as his regnal name, making him King George VII. I’m opposed to the idea, but no-one’s asked me.

Put on the late Captain Beefheart’s “Candy Corn”, nod your head to the rhythm, and enjoy.

In my Greek book there was a great set of illustrations showing the use of prepositions, featuring a lion and a guy in a safari hat: “on the lion”, “in front of the lion”, “under the lion”, “in the lion”, “out of the lion”...

I started reading Nancy Drew when (ahem) Kennedy was president. Nancy isn’t a redhead but a blonde - an annoyingly perfect girl - and if her friend George isn’t a lesbian she sure ought to be. Still, I’m going to give this one a try.

It’s like the Harry Potter movies - once you’ve started you’re obligated to finish the story.

I do not have any fond memory of this movie, though I don’t dispute any of the afore-mentioned praise for its story and execution. Back in 1972, shortly before going to see the just-released film, I read the first half of the book (up to Michael fleeing to Italy—missed the vagina drama), so I knew the horse scene was…

Third grade, oh god.

Someone out there will know. I was thinking Central Asia, but he could be from southern Africa.

I despise Whiterose, but I sure hope her/his project is a time machine that will restore our friends to some semblance of health.