Since I learned shorthand, I can take dictation at eighty words a minute.

[…] the want of mercy in a Father, is more unkindly, more unseemly, more unnatural than in another man […]

So shall we haue the people of our side, Which for his fathers sake leane to the king, But cannot brooke a night growne mushrump, Such a one as my Lord of Cornewall is …

Elaine, however, appeared to be swept away when Santiago took her hand, kissed it, and introduced himself. “Santiago Andrada.” / “Um, uh ...” Elaine stammered. “Th-thank you!” / Nav couldn’t stand it. Shouldering his way in front of Santiago, he said smoothly, “Elaine, have I told you how much how I liked your design for the league gala? It is the best I have ever seen.” Not to be outsuaved, he kissed Elaine’s hand, too.