I am the LORD

A phrase often used by God in the Bible and Torah to assert his dominance, despite his obvious insecurity about the position and therefore his constant need to repeat it over and over again, as often as sentences apart.

"Speak to the Israelites and say to them: ‘I am the LORD your God...'"
You must obey my laws and be careful to follow my decrees. I am the LORD your God.
‘No one is to approach any close relative to have sexual relations. I am the LORD.

- Leviticus 18

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The Heighth of Fashion

What Alex and his droogs wear in Anthony Burgess' novel, A Clockwork Orange.

"The four of us were dressed in the heighth of fashion,
which in those days was a pair of black very tight tights
with the old jelly mould, as we called it, fitting on the crutch
underneath the tights, this being to protect and also a sort
of a design you could viddy clear enough in a certain light,
so that I had one in the shape of a spider, Pete had a rooker
(a hand, that is), Georgie had a very fancy one of a flower,
and poor old Dim had a very hound-and-horny one of a
clown's litso (face, that is), Dim not ever having much of an
idea of things and being, beyond all shadow of a doubting
thomas, the dimmest of we four. Then we wore waisty
jackets without lapels but with these very big built-up
shoulders ('pletchoes' we called them) which were a kind of
a mockery of having real shoulders like that. Then, my
brothers, we had these off-white cravats which looked like
whipped-up kartoffel or spud with a sort of a design made
on it with a fork. We wore our hair not too long and we had
flip horrorshow boots for kicking." -

The Heighth of Fashion

A term used by the character Alex in A Clockwork Orange to describe any individual's given clothing, regardless of what it might be.

The four of us were dressed in the heighth of fashion, which in those days was a pair of black
very tight tights with the old jelly mould, as we called it, fitting on the crotch underneath the tights,
this being to protect and also a sort of a design you could viddy clear enough in a certain light, so
that I had one in the shape of a spider, Pete had a rooker (a hand, that is), Georgie had a very fancy
one of a flower, and poor old Dim had a very hound-and-horny one of a clown’s litso (face, that is).
Dim not ever having much of an idea of things and being, beyond all shadow of a doubting thomas,
the dimmest of we four. Then we wore waisty jackets without lapels but with these very big built-up
shoulders (‘pletchoes’ we called them) which were a kind of a mockery of having real shoulders
like that. Then, my brothers, we had these off-white cravats which looked like whipped-up kartoffel
or spud with a sort of a design made on it with a fork. We wore our hair not too long and we had
flip horrorshow boots for kicking.