The decade produced a whole crop of ideas about space travel.

[…] let him not ask our pardon; The nature of his great offence is dead, And deeper than oblivion we do bury The incensing relics of it […]

Instead, he [Barack Obama] and [Gordon] Brown stand together, supposedly the representatives of Anglo-American turbocapitalism, struggling to push the statist French and Germans—and this is the bit that was in nobody's script—leftward.

Most times when I go hiking I wear boots.