The faintness of the voice was pitiable and dreadful. It was not the faintness of physical weakness, though confinement and hard fare no doubt had their part in it. Its deplorable peculiarity was, that it was the faintness of solitude and disuse. It was like the last feeble echo of a sound made long and long ago.

Mista Fresh he gots a mind just like Marx's, and someday, as long as we got a lotta white niggas promotin' the black niggas, he gonna be famous and be admired by everybody, especially by all them mutha phuckin black nigga hoes doin all the f—kin.

Because of the lack of proper tools, he always bodges the repair work.

The device, about the size of a fat paperback book, represents the most ambitious attempt yet by computer and communications companies to pool their resources in hopes of finally creating a market for what the industry calls personal digital assistants.]