“You'll never lose your bottle for football,” Kate promised him. “No matter how long you'll be out for. Keep the faith, Shaggy. Nothing is set in stone forever. The bloke who nicked the Sea Journey has to be caught.”

Of course, the nonregarding Laozian sage only appears “dull” or “muddled” from a conventional perspective. In truth, he harbors beneath his ragged sackcloth the valuable gem of true insight into the Way, […]

God was now to deliver them, from the bodily captivity of Babylon: ſo was he alſo after ſeventy hebdomades more, to deliver them from bondage of ſin and prevarication, and that by the anointed Meſſias, which is indeed the Holy of Holies. This (I ſay) may be the reaſon of naming ſeventy Hebdomades, thereby to allude to the number of the ſeventy years of that Babylonicall ſervitude. For that immediately after the Angel appointeth the whole exact number to be threeſcore and nine Hebdomades; that is, ſeven to the building of the City and Temple, and threeſcore and two, from that, to the death of Chriſt, in theſe words. […]

25 July 2006, Siobhan Burke, “Re: New Fan...”, in alt.tv.firefly, Usenet: