“Well,” I answered, at first with uncertainty, then with inspiration, “he would do splendidly to lead your cotillon, if you think of having one.” ¶ “So you do not dance, Mr. Crocker?” ¶ I was somewhat set back by her perspicuity.

In between swigs, workers and streetfolk grabbed for the leftovers of these huge royal suppers at special markets set up on the mornings thereafter […]

Some argue that having impedance mismatch is difficult for programming intensive applications.

[…] He thinks 'cause he's stronger he can beat up a woman, strip her of everything she's got, and walk away. And on top of it he doesn't pay his damn hotel bill. That's a man for you — a real scumball."