[…] in cooperation with the National Security Agency, installs and maintains sneakies throughout the U.S.S.R. and Communist China — but increasingly, denied areas are surveyed more simply.

Little Caesar stopped by. You guessed it. Edward G. Robinson himself, and paid four big ones for the seated figure. […]

―In England, dear Sir, ſaid I, we ſit all at our eaſe. The old French officer would have ſet me at unity with myſelf, in caſe I had been at variance,—by ſaying it was a bon mot—and as a bon mot is always worth ſomething at Paris, he offered me a pinch of ſnuff.

But is there some vaguely uncivilisable aspect of the Middle Eastern mind?