To accuse a priest! said someone in a tone of indignation, and a murmur arose at once in sympathy. ¶ It moved the young officer to mirth. He half-swung on his heel so as to confront those mutterers.

The portcullis is also guarded.[…]The drawbridges of San Luis and San Felipe, and the postern below the fasse of La Reina at the entrance of the Plaza de Armas give passage to the exterior covert-way in which are entrances guarded by simple portculli; there is another opening upon the northern coast in the ditch of Santiago, defended by a drum opening into that of San Antonio. The galleries open into camp, facing the line of fortifications, and are guarded by iron portculli.

[…] can be extrapolated robustly to the energy scales of civilization-ending impacts and perhaps even to mass extinctors.

The old boy's so doddery now he can hardly finish the course at all. I timed him today. It took him seventy-five seconds...