Indeed, on this particular morning, ratings for the previous night's installment of The Apprentice were so momentous that the phone is jangling in its cradle in his corner office, an airy space festooned with every manner of Trumpiana, on the twenty-sixth floor of Trump Tower.

Raion let out a contented murr, […]

When I tried to open a tin of soup, the ring pull broke off, and I had to use a tin opener instead.

We should aim for a lower ambition, Dannatt said. . . . Not what you might call music to his boss's ears.