―In England, dear Sir, ſaid I, we ſit all at our eaſe. The old French officer would have ſet me at unity with myſelf, in caſe I had been at variance,—by ſaying it was a bon mot—and as a bon mot is always worth ſomething at Paris, he offered me a pinch of ſnuff.

[…] in cooperation with the National Security Agency, installs and maintains sneakies throughout the U.S.S.R. and Communist China — but increasingly, denied areas are surveyed more simply.

But is there some vaguely uncivilisable aspect of the Middle Eastern mind?

Little Caesar stopped by. You guessed it. Edward G. Robinson himself, and paid four big ones for the seated figure. […]