He’d arrived at the perfect time: when authenticity was more about the truth behind feelings rather than facts, when the now-accepted genres “auto-fiction” and “creative nonfiction” were blooming, and when our ideas of subjectivity were being shaken by an explosion of “reality” television.

With a sinking heart, she reached over to the bedside table to check the time — ten am! How could that be? She'd set the alarm for seven! Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

This overclockable memory was sold at a premium to enthusiasts who wanted to overclock their motherboard chipsets, thereby increasing the speed of the processor and memory bus.

Three cups of coffee made him a fidgety and high-strung lecturer.