Although I do not pretend to be a futurologist, I would be embarrassed if my view of the trends and causes of social life in the United States had become invalid in such a short interval. (It is easy to be a success as a futurologist as long as your predictions are about what's going to happen fifty years ahead. No one can prove you wrong until fifty years go by. […] )

At one of the ormolu tables, near a lamp with a pink shade, Gaston insisted on making at least a partial statement.

In a desperate attempt to impress Laura, Bart begins bathing and sashaying about in a smoking jacket while sucking thoughtfully on a bubble pipe as part of his new pint-sized Hef persona.

He did not reflect on the consequences of such an unpardoning spirit in its operation on his mind.