A glance at this typography will reveal great difficulties, which diacritical marks necessarily throw in the way of both printer and writer.

Run along to Hobson's Livery Stable and tell them I want a good fast horse, right? Something with a bit of fizz in its blood! Not some feagued-up old screw, and I know the difference! I want it here in half an hour! Off you go!

And Rincon was all about surfing. Flash back thirty-odd years, to a skinny kid on a Styrofoam belly-board, pin-wheeling out into the mush of Jacksonville Beach, Florida.

In olden days, a glimpse of stockings / Was looked on as something shocking; / Now, heaven knows, / Anything goes.