...if you got a reputation as a wuss around the league, nobody else would ever even trade for you, or pick you up if you got cut.
I liked to imagine that my father had been a pretty fair country ballplayer who didn't pay attention to his batting average but could hit the ball a country mile and run like the wind.
It won't get that far. The Politburo is is too circumspect, said the DDI. […]
Tell that to Leon Trotsky, Ritter said sharply.
That was personal. Stalin wanted to eat his liver with onions and gravy, Greer replied. That was pure personal hatred, and it achieved nothing on the political level.
Not the way Uncle Joe looked at it. He was genuinely afraid of Trotsky—
To cranking the engine, as though it had wrought / This doublesome, / Troublesome, / Automobubblesome …
