There are no talkable people within ten miles, except a coast-guard officer, and a pleasant parson, three miles off.

[…] and little did I, or perhaps either hee or you thinke (any more than my selfe) 10 months since, that it should have fallen to my share to prævent him in doeing this office first for mee […] […] But though it bee very unlucky, and being what you could not well prævent, as haveing nothing before you but publique bruite to reckon by […]

“God damn it.” He was sore as hell. He was really furious. “You always do everything backasswards.”

Becoming Trump requires a full hour of hair and makeup. He tapes three large photographs of the president, one in profile and two straight-on, to any mirror he’s using, and then uses Ben Nye CoCo Tan foundation to turn his skin the requisite shade of atomic tangerine, dabs on wrinkles, lengthens his nose, and so on.