And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair Has led and turned me by a single hair.

Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms?

As for the grass, it grew as scant as hair / In leprosy.

When I'm in a show, I'm dissecting it. Even though the hair may be crazy and the shoes are weird, if you see one piece, whether it's a blouse or a top or a skirt that makes sense, that's what you're looking for.

It's just going to be a tremendous year.

Our visitation is not growing as fast as the community is. If we can get a feel of why that's the case, then we can change some of our offerings or how we promote our offerings -- or both of the above!