A young petty officer that must have just received his “crow” (a single chevron, with an eagle over it) was showing off to several seamen.

The witness swore that the person she had seen running out of the bank was a foot shorter than the accused.

Mocking the men who hurt us, as mockable as they are, starts to feel like acquiescing to the most condescending of catcalls: “You look better when you smile.”

All our fears have come to pass: we are doomed but have nothing left to fear.