[A] stalwart leather-clad boy, just returned from trapping on the waters of Grand River, on the western side the mountains, who interlards his mountain jargon with Spanish words picked up in Taos and California.

Fields (or “camps”) enclosed by chest-high wire fences now contain thousands of ostriches in seeming harmony, sometimes spread out like feathered chess pieces, sometimes seated in clusters.

Deep in their hulls our deadly bullets light, / And through the yielding planks a passage find.

As bad decisions are dressed up in pseudo-analytical garb, ministerial officials may become unduly cynical about analysis.