In the end, the Tribune lost touch with the world it was supposed to reach; it mattered passionately, but almost exclusively, to those who worked for it.

He offers the never-never land of convenient cliches. a world where statesmen say, "We've not heard the end of this," where people turn "scarlet with anger," where the price of gold goes "sky-high" and where the unsuspecting outsider "little knew what fate had in store for him."

That's when everybody decided, 'We need to drain Florida,'

All we ask of our guys is that they take good shots. The shots we took tonight were good shots, shots we like to take in the flow of our offense.

Muffled lives explode in understatements.

People joked that Forster became more renowned with every book he did not write.