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Word for a person who hates his parents:  A Swedish-speaking reader tells me that föräldrahatare is just the ticket for offspring who won’t eat their meatballs. Back in English, from several readers:  teenager.

Lyrics for “The Irish Washerwoman”:  Best so far:

Did you ever go into an Irishman’s shanty,

Where money is scarce and whisky is plenty,

A two-legged stool and a table to match,

And a door that flies open without any latch?

John Derbyshire — Mr. Derbyshire is a former contributing editor of National Review.
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