With the best will in the world, excluding any assumption that the Berlin paper would wish to make Einstein look ridiculous, or that the Times man overemphasized any anti Americanism, these choppings, subbings, and translations inevitably did more than alter the balance of the original.

Every seneseless thing by nature's light Doth preservation seek, destruction shun

Junkyard Dog always stopped for lengthy bathroom breaks by announcing his intentions in advance, using a different euphemism every time, saying, to name a few, I have to: drop anchor... do some paperwork... lay some foundation... pinch a loaf... lighten my load....

This is a letter from Andreas Goeding, provost of Werio, a town in Gothland, to the then secretary of the archives of state. The writer’s narrative is as follows:— / “When I was in Saxony, in the year 1687, a fortunate accident enabled me to discover the circumstances accompanying the melancholy end of Gustavus Adolphus. This great monarch had rode out for the simple purpose of reconnoîtring the enemy, attended by a single servant.[…]”