Classical Usage: The chances of being seen while standing on the pillory in the middle of the night in 17th century Boston were slim. Not very many people were making late night Taco Bell runs, in fact Hawthorne tell us, “The minister might stand there, if it so pleased him, until morning should redden in the east, without other risk than that the dank and chill night air would creep into his frame, and stiffen his joints with rheumatisms, and clog his throat with catarrh and cough; . . . “
Classically Mad Usage: When Susan Wise Bauer asks us in the WEM if we can sympathize with the main characters this passage comes to mind. Boy-howdy, I can really feel poor Arthur’s pain here. Sometimes I wake up with a lot of catarrh in my throat as well. It’s nasty business. I’d recommend a nice steamy shower.