She keyed off the ignition and went into the house.

[…] “That retrograde Saturn dragging your ass, man?” “My ass is dragging because I need a beer,” said Weston. “ […] A beer for my astrologizing friend. . . .”

The several answers to the charge of triumphalism might start with a basic fact of Anglo-American constitutional history: that the power, first of the Crown and now of the Executive Branch of the United States, is necessarily limited by habeas corpus jurisdiction to enquire into the legality of executive detention. And one could explain that in this Court’s exercise of responsibility to preserve habeas corpus something much more significant is involved than pulling and hauling between the judicial and political branches.

As punishment for his breakdown on ambush, Taylor is given the duty of pulling the shit cans out of the latrine.