And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.

Echoing Mollie’s wish to stay in the machine zone, they spoke of gamblers’ desire for “time-on-device,” or TOD.

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! / Quoth the raven, Nevermore.

This happened a lot, beginning with a lounge-ready take on “It Might as Well Be Spring” and ending with a travesty of R&B emotiveness on Percy Mayfield’s “Please Send Me Someone to Love.”