Look, for example, at how quickly opposition to gay marriage has gone from a reliable vote-getter for the right to a Republican liability.

The Bat—they called him the Bat.[…]. He[…]played a lone hand,[…]. Most lone wolves had a moll at any rate—women were their ruin—but if the Bat had a moll, not even the grapevine telegraph could locate her.

Scotland needed a victory by eight points to have a realistic chance of progressing to the knock-out stages, and for long periods of a ferocious contest looked as if they might pull it off.

Garage comps have now been around for that duration, and in this age of the cultural event-horizons on file-sharing sites and lo-co-dem mis-information in chatsite trolldom, whowuddathunk that the expert consumer guides of yore executed an aesthetic narrative that will reign evermore?