Suddenly I knew where we were: Paris. I'd had dreams of ending up in places like Milwaukee or Pittsburgh before but never had I boarded a plane in and ended up someplace I actually wanted to go. The fact that the plane never left the ground in no way made me doubt the fact that we had really traveled from JFK to Orly.

The woman next to me, skinny and sinuous as an alley cat, if an alley cat wore stripper boots and a skin tight mini dress, fidgeted and tried to look past me out the window. "Where are we anyway? I'm due in Poughkeepsie for a show tonight."

"Uhhh. I'm pretty sure we're in Paris."

"How far is that from Poughkeepsie? I don't really have cash for a cab." She sighed an drummed her press on nails with miniature portraits of the US Presidents from George Washington to Martin Van Buren. She should have made it to John Tyler (Tippacanoe and Tyler Too is the only thing I remember from fifth grade though I forget what the hell it means exactly except that people form the 19th Century mus have been complete dorks) but she was missing both pinkie fingers.

"I don't really think

The army was cut to pieces: more than fifty thousand were killed or captured.

The lasting influence of Greece's dramatic tradition is indicated by words still in our vocabulary: chorus, comedy, drama

She has three sources of income: stock dividends, interest from savings accounts, and salary.

There is a difference between the musical works of Mozart and Hayden, and it is a difference worth discovering.

He didn't know where she got such an idea, but he didn't disagree.

She understood the situation and she was furious.