March 14, 2006
"You are a stork," repeated Manfred, Lord of Salisbury. "I am to understand that Marsha Quinn, the vibrant, shimmering, slightly oval woman whose hair is like tungsten spread out upon a plastic tarpaulin and whose very voice is like chloroform in a golden goblet, the woman I love so deeply that I have actually herniated, theÃƒâ€šÃ¢â‚¬â€" "Yes," Marsha replied, impatiently, "that Marsha Quinn." "Ãƒâ€šÃ¢â‚¬â€that that Marsha Quinn is, in fact, a stork." "And a rather large one," added Marsha in a small voice. "I'm much larger than most storks." "WellÃƒâ€šÃ¢â‚¬â€" began Manfred. "And most storks don't have nipples," she added.