Rudyard Kipling signed his letters very sincerely, but he was not sincere. In his own Just So story of how his books came to be, the author of The Jungle Book and Kim cagily admits to plagiarism.

Some went through the stages of grief when word emerged that Beyoncé lip-synched "The Star Spangled Banner" at Monday's Presidential Inauguration. Aretha Franklin, the Queen of Soul and Saying Weird Things in Public from Time to Time (remember the Kathie Lee beef of 2012?), however, was tickled by the news and may emulate Beyoncé going forward. Or something. Franklin told ABCNews.com that she thought King Bey "did a beautiful job," adding (and here's the weird part):

Frequent readers of National Review Online's The Corner might have stumbled over this odd foreign word in contributor Michael Walsh's column about Chief Justice John Roberts: Dolchstoss, which Walsh uses to refer to Roberts' ruling that the Affordable Care Act is constitutional. Literally translated, Dolchstoss means something like "dagger-thrust," but, like so many other words, this one has a particularly interesting valence. Let's take a look at Kevin Baker's 2006 Harper's article "Stabbed in the back! The past and future of a right-wing myth," shall we?

He's been expunged from Twitter's official history, but Noah Glass is widely acknowledged as the microblogging system's most passionate advocate from when he named and helped create Twitter until the day he was fired. Business Insider tells his story.

A tell-all Eliot Spitzer book, by one of his (soon-to-be former, one presumes) best friends is out next month. Lloyd Constantine says his version, called 'Journal of the Plague Year: An Insider's Chronicle of Eliot Spitzer's Short and Tragic Reign' is "brutally honest." [NYP]

When Jeffrey Chodorow stopped by our table at his newly opened Wild Salmon, he proudly pointed heavenly to the shoal of golden salmon swimming, as noted, semenly upstream on the ceiling. Choad, like a proud father, told us the fishes were injection-molded copper. His eyes shining under the reflection of 249 fish, Chodorow confessed the fish had cost more than Kobe Club's Damocles-like swords. So imagine our sense of betrayal when we read the Choad has "assured" New York's Gael Greene that "They're plastic, so you can't possibly be killed if one falls on your head." Well, which is it, Chodorow? A quick call to the restaurant confirms our worst fears. The fish are extruded plastic finished in metallic copper. But there's more perfidy than we thought. After four hours of calling nearly every medical examiner on the Eastern seaboard, we're pretty sure a four pound fish falling 22 ft would indeed kill somebody. So, j'accuse, Chodorow. You SO CAN possibly be killed.