art is a thing of the past, and that the more one sees of the new men the more one sees how inimitable the works of the great old masters have remained.
Leo Tolstoy. Anna Karenina (1878)
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“Bernard, let’s try something sweet. For the young lady. A nice Daiquiri, in your inimitable manner.”
“Thank you, sir,” Bernard said.
Inimitable, she thought. Who uses words like that?