He re-entered the Place of the Capitol--he stood by the staircase of the Lion; there was a red stain upon the pavement, unobliterated since Montreal's execution, and the Senator drew himself aside with an inward shudder.

Questioner: What time is it? Answerer: It's beer o'clock.

Ridden by Garrett Gomez, he collared Hard Spun in midstretch and drew away with surprising ease […].

Same thing with the plastic bag, which has grown so ubiquitous, it's well on the way to turning Earth into one vast dumpsite.