Only when you have crossed the river can you say that the crocodile has a lump on his snout.
I give you Chicago. It is not London and Harvard. It is not Paris and buttermilk. It is American in every chitling and sparerib. It is alive from snout to tail.
Even the most broad-minded of us can embrace only that part of truth into which our own snout has blundered.
A congressman is a pig. The only way to get his snout from the trough is to rap it sharply with a stick.