Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes.
In the seemingly innumerable ways that the book evokes rock music, as my colleagues in the club have written about widely and well, it is in this overarching — and yes, nearly arch — confidence that prose, like a perfect pop song, ought to be able to kill you with a line.
When Reginald or Tulsidas or Lata or Maria stand at the front gate speaking to that passerby at dusk, and the urak season starts slipping into the feni days, so all you smell on the road is the arch fermentation of cashew apples: yes, it's OK.
Are "Of Human Bondage," "The Moon and Sixpence," "Cakes and Ale" and, yes, "Ashenden" merely "brittle, arch, world-weary and heartless," as Leavitt asserts?
Have suggestions for future installer reviews (yes, I will do Arch and Gentoo... eventually)?
The Arch is on the right side, and yes, there is an arch, in cast iron, visible from the road.
(yes, toll roads have their own publicists) — Ms. Arch simultaneously enrolled in a master's program in strategic public relations at Virginia Commonwealth University.
Because yes black girls are magic (#blackgirlmagic), but black men are power, black men are the arch ways, the pillars.
