Her personal life is the source of endless fascination and speculation. Her appearances on Imus in the Morning are as rare, and as eagerly anticipated, as audiences with the pope. Call her our most celebrated bad columnist. Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year. The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
Nothing beside remains.
A succession of phrases of approximately equal length and corresponding structure. The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons. Never in the history of mankind have so many owed so much to so few. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. The grave's a fine a private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.