There were five buttons blown off my dress jacket; the slings of my sabretache were cut off, but my sword belts were not touched.

In July come gilliflowers of all varieties, musk-roses, the lime-tree in blossom, early pears, and plums, in fruit, genitings, codlins[…]

If this project isn't completed on time, heads will roll.

Mitch[ell Kapor] had become the central civil-libertarian ad-hocrat. Mitch had stood up first, he had spoken out loudly, directly, vigorously and angrily, he had put his own reputation, and his very considerable personal fortune, on the line.