Bragging was the vice that was Eichmann's undoing. It was sheer rodomontade when he told his men during the last days of the war: “I will jump into my grave laughing, because the fact that I have the death of five million Jews [or “enemies of the Reich,” as he always claimed to have said] on my conscience gives me extraordinary satisfaction.”

[P]arts of him, uh, are as far away as the north forty. Muscle has been drawn out. . . . His arms—can you imagine?—feel longer.

You could make this tasty meal for breakfast.

The tice is almost a full pitch. If you have a long reach, go in and play forward; if not, however, keep your bat down, and block it.