As to the differences between the professor's and the cops' version of events, I confess I've been wary of taking Henry Louis Gates at his word ever since, almost two decades back, the literary scholar compared the lyrics of the rap group 2 Live Crew to those of the Bard of Avon. "It's like Shakespeare's 'My love is like a red, red rose,'" he declared, authoritatively, to a court in Fort Lauderdale.
As it happens, "My luv's like a red, red rose" was written by Robbie Burns, a couple of centuries after Shakespeare. Oh, well. 16th century English playwright, 18th century Scottish poet: What's the diff? Evidently being within the same quarter-millennium and right general patch of the North-East Atlantic is close enough for a professor of English and Afro-American Studies appearing as an expert witness in a court case. Certainly no journalist reporting Gates' testimony was boorish enough to point out the misattribution...
You just had to make me cry, didn't you! Not once, but twice!!
Gros merci. Enchanté.
Ihr Wunsch ist mir Befahl:
The Boys in The Back Room. Marlene and her chair onstage. An heirloom.
Do you have Marlene singing 'Falling in Love Again'? Oh, never mind, I'd rather laugh than cry.
Re; DRA (1939) 3/10
Dem was der days! A young James Steward? Wow! Marlene? Oh-la-la! What to do? What to do? Ha-ha!
Your wife will skin you alive anyway! Hilarious!!
Nice parasol, Priceless. Hand over htose pants. Har har!!!!!
And Hugh likes this this one, too.
Perhaps Hugh's cleaning up Bottleneck?
'Destry Rides Again'
Excuse me, but surely you jest.
Confusing Shakespeare with Robert Burns is like confusing Cervantes with Rabelais.
Like Bugs Bunny said: What a maroon!