The great thing about oak is that it looks old. It is beautifully solid and well made. There is something about the style you can't help being attracted to.

[Fitzgerald's appointment] eliminated the risks of the old independent counsel statute, and it's worked just beautifully, ... It looks like a traditional, responsible, very aggressive but professional prosecutor's work.

Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood Of vague indifference; and yet with me Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea Of grass that waves around thee!

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.

The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees, Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees. Three centuries he grows, and three he stays Supreme in state; and in three more decays.

I don't know, he hasn't changed much to me. He looks as solid as he was last year.