Could these be men just returned from battle?—those gentle, half-timid individuals who already had forgotten their morning’s lust and now were afraidly polite?

The candidate wearing the business suite made a favourable impression.

Thenne the knyghte sayd to syre Gawayn / bynde thy wounde or thy blee chaunge / for thou bybledest al thy hors and thy fayre armes /[…]/ For who someuer is hurte with this blade he shalle neuer be staunched of bledynge / Thenne ansuerd gawayn hit greueth me but lytyl / thy grete wordes shalle not feare me ne lasse my courage

As an old time cowboy from the Madeline Plains, I am exempt from being politically correct. I have an official permit to be un-pc, and make no apologies for not using he or she all the time.