Before the bell could be rung, she had stepped through the casement-window, which opened into her little front grassplot, and flown to open the garden door.

[Hillary] Clinton, ever the adult in the room, may be doomed by her own sober “momliness.”

Dave Shaw had given me good advice. 'Make your number with the purser,' he had said. 'He's a kind of super marine hotel manager who can wave a magic wand and get you almost anything you ask for.'

That kind chastiser of thy soul in joy!