After three weeks in bed he was finally able to sit up under his own steam.

Tut, tut, good enough to toſſe: foode for Powder, foode for Powder: they'll fill a Pit, as well as better: tuſh man, mortall men, mortall men.

“That grade-A nerdo two tables over.” Shelby nodded at a chubby kid dressed in plaid who'd just spilled yogurt all over a massive textbook.

No other Black man in history has pulled off such a “prehumous” accomplishment (as distinct from a posthumous elegy).