Serious acceptance of scepticism must be reserved for those who are puerile (or, to coin a feminist expression, puellile) and unworldly to the point of disability.

It’s always fun when something massive comes along and sweeps the board, giving everything else a thoroughly good kicking – think Titanic, The Silence of the Lambs, or Lord of the Rings. There’s a sort of deranged, gluttonous feeling, a perverse glee in seeing so many dreams trampled on by a massive cultural juggernaut.

We must endeavour to realize a succession of gradual sinkings or depressions into deep water, alternating with gradual emergings into shallows, and eventually a gradual continued lifting of the whole district […]

He is worthy to lesen his priuilege that mysvseth the myght and the power that is yeuen hym.