He couldn't even summon up the courage to ask her name... what a drip!

The old man's beard and hair were as white as snow—the former descending almost to his girdle; so were the thick overhanging brows that shaded his still piercing eyes.

[…] the wise and considerate Men of the World, by a right and careful employment of their Thoughts, and Reason, attained true Notions in this, as well as other things; whilst the lazy and inconsiderate part of Men, making the far greater number, took up their Notions, by chance, from common Tradition, and vulgar Conceptions, without much beating their heads about them.

He was not just a very highly skilled mine and bomb disposal officer; he was always using his inventive brain to devise new methods of defeating the devildoms of Germany.