[…] if you finde him not this moneth, you ſhall noſe him as you go vp the ſtaires into the Lobby.

It floats on a cushion of huzun, the way an air-hockey puck hovers above the game table.

Underground parking, private storage and daily housekeeping are offered as well, and the club’s concierge can assist with prearrival grocery shopping, spa reservations, dinner plans and golf tee times.

[…]I heard a ruffian behind saying, “E un farinajuolo” (“He is a meal-monger,” or rather “flour-monger”).