The very names we use to describe ancient ideas or vanished forms of social organization would be quite meaningless if we had not known living men.

The feet of labourers, pilgrims and explorers smoothed these stones. The stones were changed and the travellers were too.

I happen to be of an almost extinct breed, an old-fashioned gentleman--which means I can be a real revolving son of a bitch when it suits me.

As a former gas station attendant, parking lot attendant, medical resident and current Goldman Sachs screwee, I am offended.