sit down to delineate a Momus or a Satyr, with at least as much complacency as a vulgar fopling or a partycoloured buffoon.

She motions with the needle across the station to the paralysed, slack-handed clock.

I thought the fieldwork in the course I was taking was going to be hard, but it was just interviewing people.

For the past several years the stevedore [footnote: The term stevedore commonly refers to the contractor who employs longshoremen, who physically load and unload ships' cargo], one of the newest members of the maritime family, has found himself drifting helplessly onto the rocks of legal peril. […] However, recent developments appear to offer the stevedore new hope that may in time result in judicial deliverance.