At an extortionate price, he had obtained a hire car to take him to Homs, and from there he intended to cross the border and proceed to Beirut.

Then there was poor Jacob Dodson, the half-witted boy, who ambled about cheerfully, undertaking messages and little helpful odds and ends for every one, which, however, poor Jacob managed always hopelessly to embrangle.

I sent the boss my proposal three weeks ago and he's been just sitting on it.

The existence of such problems [that cannot be solved by computations alone] ought to furnish at least a partial antidote to the disease of computeritis, which seems so rampant today.