But I *still* don't think, Mr Gibson, that one would effect an introduction in the 1850s in exactly the same language one would use a hundred and fifty years later. It feels nowhere near polite enough, though I'm damned if I know what you'd say instead. That super-polite level that I only heard now and again, from older women talking about CEOs, maybe. Or maybe it's a level that disappeared with the war and I've never heard it at all.
But I *still* don't think, Mr Gibson, that one would effect an introduction in the 1850s in exactly the same language one would use a hundred and fifty years later. It feels nowhere near polite enough, though I'm damned if I know what you'd say instead. That super-polite level that I only heard now and again, from older women talking about CEOs, maybe. Or maybe it's a level that disappeared with the war and I've never heard it at all.
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