Sonnet 104

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, 
For as you were when first your eye I eyed, 
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold 
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride, 
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned 
In process of the seasons have I seen, 
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned, 
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. 
Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, 
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived; 
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, 
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived: 
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred: 
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50387/sonnet-104-to-me-fair-friend-you-never-can-be-old

stupendous 途方もない　素晴らしい

And there was a lot of consternation when Barrett refused to answer a question about whether presidents should commit to a peaceful transfer of power. 

Consternation 驚き

In part, this avoidance has been a response to the fact that Republicans preemptively created a narrative in which they said it would be bigoted if Democrats attacked Barrett’s motherhood or her Christianity, even though she has said the latter directly informs her views on things like abortion and LGBTQ+ rights.

Bigot chauvinist 偏屈　/ˈbɪɡət/

https://www.refinery29.com/en-us/2020/10/10100060/amy-coney-barrett-white-mother-christianity-feminist-criticism

cumulative 累計　collective /kjúːmjələtiv/

deficit 赤字