[A]nd then the nervously grinning girl behind, plump, prettyish, dumb, and then the greetings.

Parties have to compete for votes with promises rather than policies. ... We are becoming a nation of mé féiners.

The method of suppression is generally either an artificial conflation of public and private, in which the public is represented as private, or an artificial separation of public from private, which distracts attention from the public[…]

Last Sunday she said to Mr. Baker: Ach, Gott, Mr. Baker, my feets is killing me. I must go me by a feets doctor.