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August 02, 2016

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SD

Sublime she: Sounds to me like a sublime Wordsworthian expression of night-time communing with nature. But today it could and probably would most likely mean: "I want to leave this venue now so we can watch Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj arrive . . . ."

Prosaic he: Reminds me of what five-year-old Albert announced to all and sundry in 1965 in a Project Headstart classroom, after consuming a lunch of cream cheese and walnut sandwiches on dark bread: "I have to make . . . ."

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