“Is this Mr. O’Connor’s chamber?” inquired a voice of peculiar richness, intonated not unpleasingly with a certain melodious modification of the brogue […]

Sir, I think that is a policy decision only the President can make. That is beyond my pay grade.

The Goodyear blimp over Giants Stadium

[A] surcoat lay ready for me, along with some gauntlets, chauces de fer for my legs, and espalieres for my shoulders. I've rarely worn armor in my life, and then only for disguise.