unearths some literary gems.
From To Bed at Noon, by Val Gielgud:
The loudspeaker reminded intended passengers on Flight No. Whatever-it-was that the moment had come....
"But time and typewriters are inexorable."
[I love how the force of the assertion is undercut by the admission that he never wears the hat anyway!]
If they hadn't cross-checked what they had written or dictated they weren't human, and I would eat the bowler-hat I never wore.