I think this post mostly makes me regret that it's been quite so long since I last read any Cicero.

In terms of families-of-words, there is of course the -gate suffix, which now means "scandal"; there is the odd poetry, in UK politics, of remembering Portillo; and, of course, there is never again; and then there is the war poetry, all of the war poetry, and the ways in which at the going down of the sun and in the morning/we shall remember them.