Folks who hang out with me know I’m one of those ‘precision of language’ mavens, so when I saw this, I cringed:
My 58th birthday was March 15—Ides of March. Unlike Gaius Julius Caesar, who was eliminated from life by a myriad of stabs from his friends on that fateful day, and despite extremely severe external stimuli, I am still here!
via One-Day cricket making comeback | The Trinidad Guardian.
… well, no … it wasn’t a myriad (by any definition) … it was twenty-three.
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