They are really data burglars.

He smiled affably at the burglar, a burly fellow whom he continued to hold with one hand, as easily as if he had been a child. The entire household had been aroused, and a good number of them had joined in, shouting questions and brandishing various deadly instruments. The burglar glared wildly at Emerson, bare to the waist and bulging with muscle - at Gargery and his cudgel - at Selim, fingering a knife even longer than Nefret's - at assorted footmen armed with pokers, spits, and cleavers - and at the giant form of Daoud advancing purposefully toward him. 'It's a bleedin' army!' he gurgled. 'The lyin' barstard said you was some kind of professor!

We don't have professional burglars here. We have opportunists.

[Of course, the data sample we're working with is far too small to draw definitive long-term conclusions.] This is very early in the process, ... Anything anyone sees now is anecdotal.

Because call volume in the area is twice what it was prior to the hurricane, there is some congestion in the network, which is creating some difficulty placing calls, but we're making progress.

Camomille: Fallible men write books. God writes in sunlight and rivers and planets. Isn't the Universe a good book? I trust it above the printed kind.