Let the priest in surplice white/That defunctive music can/ Be the death-divining swan/ Lest the requiem lack his right.

She was writing code in quick little flurries of keytaps.

Historical writing proliferates in examples of tendentious accounts of national history, where the “whitewashing” of one history goes hand in hand with the “blackwashing” of another.

I'll believe that when I see it in black and white.