[Deacon Mushrat to Pogo:] The Machiavellian barratry of a pettifogging public has maundered into do-nothingism.

Catherine hath made a wry stitch in her broidery, when she was thinking of something else than her work.

It was the left eye that had gone. She wore over the hollow a pad that matched her suit and also a melleous wig with a tress flowing down to her cheek.

The Mark I system had poor radar, and the Mark II was too expensive; regardless, most antiaircraft direction remained the responsibility of the Mark I Eyeball (as the jocular phrase calls it): that is, the operator's eye.