It is safe to say that Betty was fully dressed, to the last little pattings and fluffings of her blue morning dress, before ten minutes was up, and, with Mrs. Irving, was walking with rapidly beating heart down the hall toward Allen's room.

I said I saw predominantly black people in those most dangerous neighborhoods, and you went on and on about how race is an artificial construct, what if his grandfather was white, yada yada yada, yet now you have no problem identifying the person in the video as a black woman. How is that? Is it a gift only you have? I have heard of gaydar...you must have blackdar.

Better far for such victims had they, instead of aspiring to the vanities of a classical education, sat, like Keats, unlearnedly at the feet of quaint Chapman, or Dryden, or even of Mr. Pope.

I go by David but it's my middle name; my full name is William David Mason.