There is nothin' like a dame / Nothin' in the world. / There is nothin' you can name / That is anythin' like a dame.

With this chapter we once more enter definitely into the sphere of Prakritism. In a considerable number of cases the variations seem to be, in fact, strictly Prakritic.

He's either taking it easy or taking the piss by arriving at the eleventh hour.

In our Solar System the frost line lies between Mars and Jupiter at about five astronomical units from the Sun.