I soon found I was only an average chess player.

With the utmost precaution we crept upon the summit, and down the breast-work towards the onter edge of the rampart, when the sentinel made his quarter-hourly cry of “Sentinelle, prenez garde à vous,” similar to our “All's well"

Gender binarists believe that everybody is either male or female, with no middle ground.

The second their center snapped the ball, I submarined between the big guy's legs and tackled the halfback.