Honor!—bah! humbug! Patriotism!—pshaw! / Are we to be bamboozled by such guys?

“Cheryl, the man in this photo is a Mr. Dennis Lowe. He worked for a computer software company and he was married. He was impersonating a police officer, a real one by the name of Alexander Colton. He was doing this because he's obsessed with a woman named February—” Nowakowski stopped talking because Cheryl Sheckle's body jerked violently and she let out a muted cry. […] “It isn't a nickname, Cheryl. It's a real person, her name is February Owens and he's been obsessed with her since they went to high school together.”

At every opportunity he got as near the black engine as he could; his sharp eyes examined piston and cylinder, valves, gauges and the three-balled governor.

Yes it's true! / That you seem a little young to do the things that you do, / even with all that moxie you've got.