[he] then goes on to credit us with giving him some of the best examples of semordnilaps.

[T]aking some clean towels out of my night-sack, I spread them over the coverlid, on which tired nature found repose, in spite of the previous disgust.

The sales pitch worked like a charm.

Mr. Hunt is so successful at the first goal that the big takeaway of “Marx’s General” may be that Engels, best known as a ruthless party tactician, comes across as the Mario Batali of international communism: a jovial man of outsize appetites who was referred to by his son-in-law as “the great beheader of Champagne bottles.”