Photography all but put facsimilists out of work, except in the case of consciously retrospective practices that catered to a new taste for the deluxe handmade object in the early twentieth century […]

Clement Marot stayed; I followed after, / And asked, as a grace what it all meant— / If she wished not the rash deed's recalment?

(Already becoming absorbed in his feet through the giant spud in his sock) Anyway, I'm er, I'm sorry. A quite unnecessary embarrassment for you. (He removes sock completely, begins rhythmic rubbing of webs)

1977, Don't bury the lead. This is similar to backing into the lead, except that the major element has been buried several paragraphs down