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"A priest, a rabbi, and a poet walk into a bar / and we're laughing already, calculating their clashing philosophies."

A sense of impending doom--that was how Weary had described the feeling many people got, like a heaviness in the chest.

The W.N.B.A. has never attracted more attention. But, increasingly, the conversation around the league can overshadow the game itself--and its players.

Can you make a longer word with each new letter?

Can you sort the items into the correct order?

At seventy-five, she may be New Zealand's greatest living artist.

"It is raining, raining, raining. / The sky is falling, falling, falling."

Why do we love trash and hate slop? Neil Breen's so-bad-they're-great movies elucidate the difference.

The breakneck expansion of settlements in the West Bank has rendered American talk of a two-state solution increasingly irrelevant.

Can you make a longer word with each new letter?