The famous novelist was dressed in a badly fitting sleazy purple dress and a shapeless Napoleonic hat, with gloves and a long chatelaine; but the costume only heightened her air of distinction.

[…] bellhops incapable of carrying anything heavier than a dop kit.

[T]he Gallant was ready punctually at his hour with three or four Porters, by the help of whom he quickly removed all the choice Goods or any that were worth Porterage to a place appointed.

I gathered the photo of Dan Withey's 40-yard Wasatch contrail, the vintage travel poster of a jaunty Brit taking trains to the Alps, and a 1979 magazine cover of a bearded dude dangling a two-inch frozen snotsicle, and stuffed them in a closet.