Because the tide had been right to go, bedding had been stripped from the springs, food left about, water left unemptied to rust the kettles.

Alan Shepard, the first American in space, famously relieved himself inside his silver pressure suit while waiting out the countdown in his tiny Mercury capsule.

We ordered two steak tartares.

It's horribly fuggy in here, and I've Jambi[1] to do; but I'm not going till you give me your word that you'll leave young Kinloch alone.