We are travelling northwest at the moment.

[…] it must be the Modus of some other Substance latitant in the fluid Matter, and really distinguishable from it; which is either the Soul, or some seminal Form or Archeus, as the Chymist calls it […]

his Mercy hath all its operations upon man , and returns to its own centre and incircumscription and infinity, unless it issues forth upon us

We laughed at her attempted joke and she gave us the dirts!