Fascism may be good at making the trains run on time, but you wouldn't like some of the destinations.

He moved in a way that suggested he was attempting the world speed record for the nonchalant walk.

Oh, where are my manners? Do sit down. Pull up a small child.

I'd like to sell a lot of books.

Smaller-than-Medium-Jock-but-bigger-than-Wee-Jock-Jock

Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.

Guilt was the grease in which the wheels of the authority turned.