AdamSmith

Sorry! http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53Cc1luMpGY/VYmI3D6RFzI/AAAAAAAADGs/dPQNAFj25TQ/s1600/The%2BPreposition.jpg

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"How do you keep it tucked in?" Tom asked, oblivious of the gaffe.

I think the proper thing, past a certain age, is for everyone in the household to have his/her own dedicated bathroom. Eliminates this and several other problems.

And (spoiler! ) the whole fifth act is just a set of stage notes. Dawn on summit of Mount Fiesole. Outspread view of Florence (Duomo, Giotto's Tower, etc.) as seen from that eminence.—NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI, asleep on grass, wakes as sun rises. Deplores his exile from Florence, LORENZO'S unappeasable hostility, etc. Wonders if he could not somehow secure the POPE'S favour. Very cynical. Breaks off: But who are these that scale the mountain-side? | Savonarola and Lucrezia | Borgia!—Enter through a trap-door, back c. [trap-door veiled from audience by a grassy ridge], SAV. and LUC. Both gasping and footsore from their climb. [still with chains on their wrists? or not?]—MACH. steps unobserved behind a cypress and listens.—SAV. has a speech to the rising sun—Th' effulgent hope that westers from the east | Daily. Says that his hope, on the contrary, lies in escape To that which easters not from out the west, | That fix'd abode of freedom which men call | America! Very bitter against POPE.—LUC. says that she, for her part, means To start afresh in that uncharted land | Which austers not from out the antipod, | Australia!—Exit MACH., unobserved, down trap-door behind ridge, to betray LUC. and SAV.—Several longish speeches by SAV. and LUC. Time is thus given for MACH. to get into touch with POPE, and time for POPE and retinue to reach the slope of Fiesole. SAV., glancing down across ridge, sees these sleuth-hounds, points them out to LUC. and cries Bewray'd! LUC. By whom? SAV. I know not, but suspect | The hand of that sleek serpent Niccolo | Machiavelli.—SAV. and LUC. rush down c., but find their way barred by the footlights.—LUC. We will not be ta'en Alive. And here availeth us my lore | In what pertains to poison. Yonder herb | [points to a herb growing down r.] Is deadly nightshade. Quick, Monk! Pluck we it!—SAV. and LUC. die just as POPE appears over ridge, followed by retinue in full cry.—POPE'S annoyance at being foiled is quickly swept away on the great wave of Shakespearean chivalry and charity that again rises in him. He gives SAV. a funeral oration similar to the one meant for him in Act IV, but even more laudatory and more stricken. Of LUC., too, he enumerates the virtues, and hints that the whole terrestrial globe shall be hollowed to receive her bones. Ends by saying: In deference to this our double sorrow | Sun shall not shine to-day nor shine to-morrow.—Sun drops quickly back behind eastern horizon, leaving a great darkness on which the Curtain slowly falls.

Bit of an extended Funny -- Max Beerbohm's classic Shakespeare parody 'Savonarola': http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1306/1306-h/1306-h.htm#link2H_4_0005 ...typical stage direction: [Re-enter Guelfs and Ghibellines fighting. SAV. and LUC. are arrested by Papal officers. Enter MICHAEL ANGELO. ANDREA DEL SARTO appears for a moment at a window. PIPPA passes. Brothers of the Misericordia go by, singing a Requiem for Francesca da Rimini. Enter BOCCACCIO, BENVENUTO CELLINI, and many others, making remarks highly characteristic of themselves but scarcely audible through the terrific thunderstorm which now bursts over Florence and is at its loudest and darkest crisis as the Curtain falls.]

This schtick never failed to tickle me... http://24.media.tumblr.com/74d52f87de3d24d7e1b8910e5dba2066/tumblr_n0rhfmmcy81s9btcio1_500.gif

For your next run-in with a fundamentalist...

When his body looks like that -- and his name says Private dancer -- one wonders how your notion would even occur!

I remember when they did that, or pretended to. I think those people checked about one out of every 30 passengers, if that.

Truth. One time on an overnight to Paris, where I had business meetings scheduled starting with lunch the first day, the airline lost my luggage. This was before credible business attire could be even slightly casual, so I spent the morning running around buying shirt, slacks, jacket, tie to look halfway presentable. The bag did arrive that evening. But never again will I chance that.

...continuing the theme...

Next covered-dish church supper...

Exactly! See also https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evil_clown

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Wayne_Gacy

Another all-purpose one... (Move to Politics forum if appropriate. )

This is terrible... https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=1806837059546716