The art of war, like every other art, ecclesiastical architecture alone excepted, was greatly deteriorated during those years of general degradation […]

Treasury pap

Paying no attention to Lizzy, Mrs. Gibson began calling out our names in alphabetical order.

Aw, lay off, will you? It's part of my job, you know that. Yeah, bowing and scraping and tugging your forelock to all those rich old crones. Somebody's chauffeur probably got a scratch on the El Dorado, huh?