In one of [Cincinnati’s] slum districts stands the Silver Moon, a “flop house” (i.e., a house where the occupants are “flopped” out of their hanging bunks by letting down the ropes).

He had not quite decided whether to be a physicist or a chemist; probably he would have chosen the trans-Uranian borderland between the two.

Premiers stand up because they are correctly designed and made with an overmargin of safety.

And to know them, you must know Black Jack Mojo, the gravedance runner.