I never did care for Sunday joint that was served up cold on Monday, hashed on Tuesday, rissoled on Wednesday, and re-hashed on Thursday[.]

This court shall recess for its normal two hour lunch now.

Far from acknowledging the indeterminacy and fluidity of the self, these writers insisted on a bioessentialist conception of identity, presenting their own mediumistic capabilities as the product, not of revelation, piety, or rigorous practice, but rather of evolutionary destiny and inherited capacity.

Whenever Brown shows up, wearing his African kufi and confronting issues, I find myself nodding vigorously, for old-time’s sake.