Trillin's three scenes are great fun, but I'm really posting this because I adore the illustration for the article and don't know where else to put it:
The thrill is gone and I’m all shook up, because the mountain (at least for now) seems high enough to keep me away. I’ve been tossin’ and turnin’, and now, this lady is singing the blues, ready to cry me a river from trying to keep up with the chain of fools twisting our rights away, both nationally and locally. Yeah, I know it’s all in the game, but sometimes, girls just wanna have fun.
Prince Neymor was frustrated. He was expending a lot of energy—using almost all his powers—against his former teammates. But 'teammates' was hardly the proper word for the odd group he faced.
Thanking God—the one, true Catholic God—for another glorious morning, Rick drove up to the gleaming Santorum Headquarters. Despite his devoted staff, the operation had barely turned a profit in recent years, especially after the profound misunderstanding over his house in Penn Hills. But private consulting had been lucrative and the boyishly handsome conservative icon remained confident that recent efforts to expand his base would bear fruit.
I was thinking some about the equivalence that has been made in the Supreme Court between money and speech. What if money actually were speech? What would that mean?
The Earthman boldly stalked into the arena. Far up in the stands, he saw his prize: Ballista Thorax, Princess of Barstoolm. He had left one wife on Earth, and already had taken another in Helium, but Newt was not one to let a healthy, unclaimed princess go begging. To impress her, he must defeat all comers.
