He heard a rumor, while spending a year at Stanford, that collisions at the Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory were spitting out weird triplets of particles known as muons, which are sort of fat electrons. Dr. Weinberg canceled reservations at a lodge in Yosemite National Park to spend the weekend with his colleague Benjamin Lee, trying to concoct a theory to explain the trimuons.

We are a set of worthless fellows not worth a whistle.

He launched into a long-winded discussion of the relative merits of asphalt and concrete.

The city increased populationally, if not commercially.