Kurtzman, the wheelchair-bound yet still burly computer genius and head of Stony Man Farm's remarkable cyberteam, had sat watching the video forwarded from the President's personal smartphone.

Many brought presents of roast chickens and pigs, swinging the fowls by their legs as they extolled their succulence.

I had no intention of delivering my letter at the present moment, nor have I. But strolling on to the Bank to kill time, and having the good fortune to observe at the window […] a lady of a very superior and agreeable appearance, I considered that I could not do better than take the liberty of asking that lady where Mr. Bounderby the Banker does live.

Your love for her is getting embarrassing. … She's gorgeous, she has buckets of charisma she couldn't hide if she tried, and she makes all the boys fall in love with her. That sounds like Manic Pixie Dreamgirl territory, my friend—which, news flash again, is a cliché.