He was looking down at our seven-pound lump of innocence, his mind unblemished by Lucasian mythology. Can you believe he doesn't know about Star Wars yet?

It appeared to clinch a deal, and was meant to sound the same as the more soldierly Good to go, except it was promiseless — mere affirmative description.

Why, this it is, to be a peeuish Girle, / That flies her fortune when it followes her.

I am thy mortal foe, and it am I That so hot loveth Emily the bright, That I would die here present in her sight.