Every two or three years, the chipsters managed to quadruple the number of transistors per chip.

They burned out the inside of used barrels so the whiskey would not pick up off-flavors, and found the taste improved still more.

I am pretty well aware of the number of bunglers, tinkers, and clock-jobbers that have crept into the trade—one of the latter, I am informed, became an organ-builder about five years ago, and by the help of a friendly organist got some work […]

He […] razeth your cities, and subverts your towns.