We should call it a draw. You tried to shoot me, I tried to poison you. As I said before Peabody, we are well matched. - Elizabeth Peters

The trouble with unknown enemies is that they are so difficult to identify.

I have learned that particularly clever ideas do not always stand up under close scrutiny.

The cat Horus shot out from under the table and headed for the door, his ears flattened and his tail straight out. There he encountered Abdullah, who had been waiting for us on the verandah and who had, I supposed, been alarmed by Emerson's shouts and hurried to discover what disaster had prompted them. The cat got entangled in Abdullah's skirts and a brief interval of staggering (by Abdullah), scratching (by Horus) and swearing (by both parties) ensued before Horus freed himself and departed.