For Ortega, pragmata do not represent our real concerns in life, but, as he liked to call them, pseudo-things.

A barrage of very ducky kazoo blats filled the air.

As my (metal) knees set off all the security thingies, I am subjected to touchy, feely sessions—usually by a dudette with fat, sweaty hands—before being allowed to wait at the gate for hour after hour. The Joy Of Watching Hockey It is a lovely fall.

I lost complete track of Frank Sinatra and while I was hunting for him I saw a fellow with my tramp makeup on, waiting to get into the clown car.