As she wrote on her blog, a hallmate once told her that “M.I.T. is the closest you can get to living in the Internet,”

No, Doctor, all that is required, for there to be actual ineluctable manifestations of braided given spaces, is that the spaces—the four-dimensional extensions of those spaces, Doctor—be originally laid out in the Universe in alternizing segments so that the anomalous phenomena arising from this—this malposition—at least when observed—are identical with the phenomena resulting from actual 'braided' spaces .

On her head a thrummy cap she had.

Dixon, who was finally promoted to sergeant in 1964, policed his 'Dock Green' manor until May 1976 and 'Evening, all' had become a national catchphrase.