[T]he moiſt ſtarre, Vpon whoſe influence Neptunes Empier ſtands, Was ſicke almoſt to doomeſday with eclipſe, […]

[…] somehow, it had become my duty to get these doofoids up to the top of the Hag's Tooth, […]

Clem knew ... the sober, familiar names usually produced the most interesting results. He laid out a certain amount on Roman Candles, Catherine-wheels, and Tourbillions, but for the most part he rightly concentrated on rockets.

Lisa, whose sense of things delphinic I trust implicitly, thought they seemed fine with it, too.