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

“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.

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."