Of the many bizarre encounters of the copy desk kind I had in my second stint at the NYTimes, one I remember particularly clearly was having to defend my phrasing in a silly little item to a guy who had been kicked back to the minors after dissing a Holocaust god. He was whining that “no one talks like this,” and my response was: “I talk like that.” I guess we can all sleep soundly tonight knowing that he came nowhere near the archly pompous (or vice versa) “let us go, then.” Is that what you get when you use Word for Constipated? But even I have to admit I enjoyed the sly power-flaunting involved in the sneaking in of “rich as bosses.” Suck it up, serfs.