The entire lockage will be about fifty feet. — De Witt Clinton.
“[…]The two of you should get together for coffee one of these days. I’ll introduce you after the service.” “Sure, Gran,” Sophie said easily, well used to these monthly matchmaking efforts. Ealing was in fact rather far, and frankly she had no intention of coffee-ing with Mark Bloom either way, but she’d long learned it was best just to nod along with her grandmother’s non-stop attempts to marry her off.
Then and now Back in 1981 when I wrote the first article on this subject (The Incorporated Linguist 20, 104, 1981), Naples was in the throes of a boom in the use of English (or rather pseudo-English) in local facias and tradenames.
It’s near midnight now and the restaurant upstairs is shelving its trays and down pour those left snoring in the gazebo, mostly consisting of a few bloated bridgemen whose stomachsful of beef have given them all a taste for their own saliva.
