“So you'll all be near New York!” Maggie says. “We don't know for sure yet.” Sara stresses. “Don't jinx it.”

In your days of leisure, swallow cakes made of broken rice, or cook “slipslop congee”, and hold the bowl between your two hands and eat it with shrugged shoulders.

The king seals his faith in Cranmer with what is piously not quite an oath (a more Henrician than Protestant one): 'God's blest mother,

The computer knurds managed to identify all the bad chips and replace them -- except for the microcode rom.