I found the wadding of the pistol with which the deceased Mr. Tulkinghorn was shot. It was a bit of the printed description of your house at Chesney Wold. Not much in that, you'll say, Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet. No. But when my foreign friend here is so thoroughly off her guard as to think it a safe time to tear up the rest of that leaf, and when Mrs. Bucket puts the pieces together and finds the wadding wanting, it begins to look like Queer Street.

Writing in particular has been re-mediated in contemporary culture in ways that largely entangle words in images, with images gaining ascendancy. Apple's 2016 announcement of a new texting feature that allows writers to emojify their texts is only the latest development in this larger shift.

The king answers, and began first to say how Harold fair-hair had owned all the allodial land the Orkneys, but the earls have held it since in fief, but never as their owndom […]

How often have we risen in the morning, after spending the night in this manner, with a feeling akin to that which we fancy would come from being knocked in the head with a sack of meal, then gently stewed, and all out of pure fraternal regard to supply any deficiencies in our original bakings.