She wanted to neither disparage her father nor pedestalize him.

Galaad stood up again and turned to Mrs. Whitaker. 'Gracious lady, keeper of the Holy of Holies, let me now depart this place with the Blessed Chalice, that my journeyings may be ended and my geas fulfilled.'

I'm about to crap my pants. Je vais me faire au froc. I'm prairie-dogging it. J'ai le cigare au bout des lèvres. Literally, “the cigar is at the edge of my lips”

Handel resembles Lully somewhat in his reputation for being a lover of the table and a neglecter of womankind.