Coleman was the last of the aristocratic governors; not truly aristocratic, of course, but such as is so designated in Mississippi, where the landed gentry claims a bloodline that disappears kindly into the groundmists four or five generations ago, an aristocracy of certitude that nothing will ever change.

[…] process will be initiated and over approximately one year the satellites will be maneuvered into an orbit that will eventually safely deorbit them.

Their take-home pay was half their gross, but fifteen percent was for retirement.

Is it then surprizing […] that an empty mind should be employed only to vary the pleasures, which emasculated her circean court?