Of course it is, he told himself, sitting down on an old wooden bench against the wall of the station, preparing to kill some time.

NEWYORKER: The Insufferable Gaucho

By midafternoon, I was sweating all over and my pulse was racing, so I decided to rest on a long bench by the wall, but I tripped and fell before I could reach it.

NEWYORKER: The House Behind a Weeping Cherry

Second, Billy Beane would be much quicker to bench underperforming players than is typical on Wall Street.

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