By the third round, the gallant frog was a mass of bruises from McBurney's
point to the bulge of the pental escarpment.
And yet today the opposing theory is held by members of the fourth estate throughout
these states, from the right reverend Warren Gamaliel Harding, seated on his alabaster throne,
to the lonely socialist in Lebenworth and Marxists fleeing from the Pollack's eye,
to the meanest Slovak sweating in the bowels of the Earth.