Mitch[ell Kapor] had become the central civil-libertarian ad-hocrat. Mitch had stood up first, he had spoken out loudly, directly, vigorously and angrily, he had put his own reputation, and his very considerable personal fortune, on the line.

There were five buttons blown off my dress jacket; the slings of my sabretache were cut off, but my sword belts were not touched.

In July come gilliflowers of all varieties, musk-roses, the lime-tree in blossom, early pears, and plums, in fruit, genitings, codlins[…]

If this project isn't completed on time, heads will roll.