The Logophile has my favourite demonym; I would write under it if he didn't.

Denied access to the man himself, he interviews legions of Nicholson's friends, acquaintances and family members; analyzes his movies; and pieces together a detailed, heavily endnoted narrative about the man he calls the Gatsby of Mulholland Drive.

And she had a yet harder lesson to learn—that nothing can supply the place of strong, undeviating principle.

At the bottom were six blackouts to protect the initials of FBI employees who saw the letter. I wondered why the letter was so internally popular at the Bureau and what the initialers were being protected from.