He [Jorge Luis Borges] still does go to the movies, but only musicals; at last count, he has seen, or, better, “heard,” West Side Story some seventeen times, and can recite the lyrics of Stephen Sondheim with considerable New Yorkian gusto.

[]... an' as to looks I'd call him, as ye might say, real copasetic. Mrs. Lukins expressed this opinion solemnly and with a slight cough. Its last word stood for nothing more than an indefinite depth of meaning. … There was one other word in her lexicon which was in the nature of a jewel to be used only on special occasions. It was the word copasetic.

Taceing free women in the nave! This comes of your princesses, that turn the world upside down, and demean themselves to hob and nob with these black baldicoots!

There, as she praised my beautiful skin tone and “cute little freckles,” I flashed back to the probing mallgoer.