...what my friend Singleton calls rigging, cornering, and general jiggery-pokery methods,...

Truman bought quite a bill of goods from the old cronies who had flocked to Harriman.

He caught a downtown bus and felt real good, real zoomy.

[…] the exalted morality of those virtuous brethren in the trade who, with consciences as weak as their own extended liquors, sought to convince him that to reduce the drink was a mercy to the poor deluded toper.