Whenever the locomotive was working hard there was unmistakable evidence of its higher power than its predecessors in the brilliant and explosive arcing between conductor shoes and the third rail; this was particularly vivid in Quarry Tunnel in the down direction, where the display equalled anything we have seen on the frostiest of nights in an electrified third-rail area.

In fact, McChrystal's whole manner was that of someone who's burned away frivolity and distractions from his life.

Cleveland’s animadvertors took the blazon seriously, sacrificing humour to analysis and thus losing the debate:[…].

Yet, she had outflanked him, taken him unawares, and he had fired not one shot. Esprit de l'escalier—it was as he went upstairs that he saw how he might yet have snatched from her, if not the victory, the palm.