With rev’rence I approach’d a hoary seer, Who, bending o’er his crutch, seem’d lost in woe, And many a sigh and many a sorrowy tear, Spoke plain as words “Ah! whither can I go?”

The troops didn’t seem to care much about the meta-ness of Mr. [Steven] Colbert’s visit, nor were they uneasy about his political shtick as they laughed at the gags about clearing Iraq of weapons of mass destruction […]

And I am not going to gamble half our resources on as crazy an effort as this, masterminded by a mouthful of planetless lunatics.

Sometimes the alphas and omegas are rare, sometimes they are only males, sometimes they have altered sex organs.