Dave Shaw had given me good advice. 'Make your number with the purser,' he had said. 'He's a kind of super marine hotel manager who can wave a magic wand and get you almost anything you ask for.'

That kind chastiser of thy soul in joy!

[Hillary] Clinton, ever the adult in the room, may be doomed by her own sober “momliness.”

Before the bell could be rung, she had stepped through the casement-window, which opened into her little front grassplot, and flown to open the garden door.