Some of the drivers were lying asleep on a pile of sacks. Iris-necked and pink-footed, the pigeons ran about picking up seeds. After a little while, he hailed a hansom and drove home. For a few moments he loitered upon the doorstep, looking round at the silent square, with its ...
Prestige.Now we’re getting somewhere. Prestige is what impact factor is a (wholly inadequate) proxy for. Of course, it’s impossible to define or quantify satisfactorily, but we all know what we mean by it. Sadly, top of the tree for prestige — by a long way — are the “tabloids...
Libba’s salty language made Fettig think of tough guys in the movies. She wasn’t like other women he knew, not that he knew many very well. He’d only had a few awkward dates in Baltimore and a few more since. He had only ever dared ask short girls out. And even they gave him...