traducer

I’m even grateful for my traducers — one wrote, “Talton your an idiot.”

It has prospered by changing shape, blithely obeying the wishes of its masters—the translators, the traducers, and the Orientalists.

Ifemelu's father once said the prayers were delusional battles with imaginary traducers, yet he insisted that Ifemelu always wake up early to pray “It keeps your mother happy,” he told her.

And between her disciples and her traducers, the people who defend so hotly and the people who attack her so coldly, the real Garbo, I fear, has been badly let down.

I'm not such a cur as to snarl when I have been proved right, and my traducers are ready to admit their blunder.