Those years comprise (among other drolleries) a complete reversal of public untaste; nonobjective art, once anathematized, being now de rigeur.

She unintentionally wrote single entendre: a lyric about a dinner menu.

Your post is looking suspiciously like one of those litfan vs mediafan debates that are so incredibly stupid and pathetic and do nothing more than irritate people.

I used to illustrate the argument by the example that one can say Regrettably, it is going to rain, but not Regretfully, it is going to rain. When Preston went to Berkeley after receiving his PhD, in his first letter he wrote Hopeably, everything is going well.