Tut, tut, good enough to toſſe: foode for Powder, foode for Powder: they'll fill a Pit, as well as better: tuſh man, mortall men, mortall men.

After three weeks in bed he was finally able to sit up under his own steam.

No other Black man in history has pulled off such a “prehumous” accomplishment (as distinct from a posthumous elegy).

“That grade-A nerdo two tables over.” Shelby nodded at a chubby kid dressed in plaid who'd just spilled yogurt all over a massive textbook.