I kept cases on the back burner for years—just thinking about them, playing them out in my head, waiting for the time to work it, or a lucky break.

Sunday is gloomy / My hours are slumberless / Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.

I started from my sleep with horror; a cold dew covered my forehead, my teeth chattered, and every limb became convulsed; …

Twice it has required military miracles to save them. Twice an overblind trust has all but ruined them. It would be unpardonable to ignore the repeated lessons of history.