There was a man which had his hand withered. c. 1590–1592, William Shakespeare, “The Taming of the Shrew”, in Mr. William Shakespeares Comedies, Histories, & Tragedies…, London: […] Isaac Iaggard, and Ed[ward] Blount, published 1623, OCLC 606515358, [Act IV, scene v]: This is man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered.

You look up the proper speed for the phase of flight, set the reminder bug, and then literally forget the speed. You don't read the airspeed number, you fly to the bug.

Maintenance has never been my favorite pursuit, and many of these repairs were complex and demanding, often requiring pulling parts off a cactused bike, and refitting them to a salvageable one.

Like James Joyce’s Leopold Bloom in the novel Ulysses (1922), Mozart seemed utterly comfortable with himself, bodily functions, and all.[…] In our view Mozart’s so-called scatology is part of his culture and personality and, as we have argued, intimately connected with his creativity.