'T would burst ev'n Heraclitus with spleen / To see those antics, Fobling and Courtin: / The Presence seems, with things so richly odd, / The mosque of Mahound, or some queer pagod.

I geeked out there for a minute and broke the lockpick.

I design to give up smoking; but I have not yet fixed upon the equivalent vice. I must have quid pro quo; or quo pro quid, as Tom Woodgate would correct me. My service to him.

The Brown Shirts crowded close to the aircraft, taking righteous possession of it now that it was shut down on the deck.