One almost wonders if what he so deplores about what he calls “the hunting of the snark” is that, invariably — given his obtuseness about the necessity of irreverent laughter, even if it’s rude, unfair or lamebrained, in revealing or merely helping to abide perceived arrogance and fraudulence — someday the snark would come for books like his.

Believe me, to escape it, I'd've gladly kevorked.

Needy people want to give too, but have few material goods to offer.

The president focused her remarks to the newcomers.